When the mountains call
The rainbow falls
From a sky
Of shining blue
Its at
The rivers end
The forests bend
All my dreams anew.
In the ragged call
Of a bitter Fall
Winters threat
Upon the air
I recall the taste
Of snowflakes haste
Sturdy breeze
Upon my hair.
The mountain peak
Where I try to sleep
Blanket wrapped
About my frame
In solitude
Of natures gaze
Glistening ground
Free of sound.
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Comments3
Although in metaphor more, in the literal it reminded me of camping trips I made in my youth and the places I slept. Very nicely done
many thanks
The freedom of nature and the positive effects it can have on us, lovely read
very kind, thanks
You are very welcome, have a great weekend
you too
Thank you
Great write
pleased you like it, thanks
You're welcome
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