The golden sunshine
Adorns the hilltops with such
Royal coronets...
S K Y
in my pocket holds
eu
PHO
ric elves who
forgot they need to plant
pumpkins and peas
......
First Glimpse of the Rockies
I saw them first as whispers—shadows drawn
Where sky met stone in silent, steadfast grace,
Ancient sentinels of time long gone,
Yet breathing still in morning’s warm embrace.
Their rugged peaks, unbowed, unbroken,
Carved by wind and story’s weight,
A quiet hymn in rock unspoken,
......
Blazing wild meadows,
Cherry blossoms, budding green,
Cascades of flowers!
Spring in the Blue Ridge Mountains
is a gilt orange season.
plush carpet of blooms
hues at the base of mountains ~
fragrance of footsteps
S K Y
in my pocket holds
eu
PHO
ric elves who
forgot they need to plant
pumpkins and peas
......
First Glimpse of the Rockies
I saw them first as whispers—shadows drawn
Where sky met stone in silent, steadfast grace,
Ancient sentinels of time long gone,
Yet breathing still in morning’s warm embrace.
Their rugged peaks, unbowed, unbroken,
Carved by wind and story’s weight,
A quiet hymn in rock unspoken,
......
The Great Beauty of the Mountains
Insurmountable Giants of nature
Spears that stab deep into skys,
An ever losing battle.
Their bodys stretching endlessly across the plains.
From endless beauty to the dullness of death they encompass all.
The Alps, older than the earth around it.
Older than even the continent itself.
Overseer of the Germanic plains.
......
The golden sunshine
Adorns the hilltops with such
Royal coronets...
plush carpet of blooms
hues at the base of mountains ~
fragrance of footsteps