A Special Place
shifting and swirling wind
biting cold
first light coming around the bend
illuminating each crevice and every fold
the kind of silence that makes a sound
lone bird on a branch
snow drifts by the pound
snow falling by happenstance
misty mountains revealed
herds slowly moving through the tree line
lit by the yawning morning sun shield
mountain mornings are one of a kind
trees coated in snow
all saplings and greenery lying doormat beneath the layers
not till' summer will they show
held in the clutches of winter's strong grip, quiet prayers
hips and spines hand crafted by the creator
silent, long since frozen creeks
views, there are none greater
lone, stalwart peaks
silent cathedrals of glistening light
grand columns amongst the cloud caps
granite faces of extraordinary might
white tipped tree caps
taciturn sequoias standing tall
guarding the valleys
and watching the glistening sprawl
among backwood alleys
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