The Red Carpet
A small little cabin,
the size of a garage,
typical natural wood
...over looking mountains
that speak for themselves
their vast greatness.
...lost in day dreams,
meditations and prayers,
coughs and sniffles.
I will chatter of mountains
though its all been said before,
landscapes famous like stars
They are the red carpet
trees stand tall, dressed in dark green
bodies that took years to shape
I'm amongst celebrities
still as cameras flash
I hear the elk call
They appear on the walk
Shy, alert, confident,
afraid you will hurt them
I stay calm not to scare them
the best at their best
I long to approach
but distance kills interest
I go back to the view
and sit with coffee and fudge
the great shadow climbs the view
the cool increases
as I write between phone calls
Who is better to know?
Oprah, or a mountain side?
...nature gives me more.
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