Inspired by Sylvia's post.
(photo by Sylvia Kirkwood)
Stern
grandfather
mountain visages,
serious in age,
tired in their cracks,
rising up
to the sky
with
breathtaking
craggy faces,
a lifetime of
working,
growing,
battling,
nurturing.
Softened occasionally,
by the cool
green,
alive in the
mountain breeze,
grandmotherly
spaces,
soft,
and flowering
through the ages.
And the little ones ,
come rushing by,
gurgling,
splashing,
jumping over rocks,
with
a breathtaking dive
into the
exciting
ice cold
hotly exciting,
Pool of Life,
below.....
Between A Million And A Billion
4 weeks ago
Mountains and water - hard and soft, solid and liquid, immobile and ever-moving - lovely contrasts, lovely poem.
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