Massif Poems - Poems about Massif

...Reclined under the shade of a snag tree, A babbler piqued my curiosity. Staggered by the companionship, initially. Then pleased. I discerned a lamenting warble... The massif offered commiserat......Read the rest...

...Dawn's Embrace: Adret: Dawn paints the face of giants, Where sunlight warms and shadows dance. Aiguille: Fingers pierce the azure sky, A challenge whispered, sharp and high. Earth's Whispers: ......Read the rest...

...Its sundown, the day’s been reduced to a crack of lavender and fiery pinks along the Massif des Maures mountains. This evening we’re sipping cocktails at “Les Toits,” the Hôtel de Paris’ rooftop rest......Read the rest...

...Le vaisseau d'or Ce fut un grand Vaisseau taillé dans l'or massif: Ses mâts touchaient l'azur, sur des mers inconnues; La Cyprine d'amour, cheveux épars, chairs nues S'étalait à sa proue, au sole......Read the rest...

...Je m’adresse au mystère du temps, Es-tu mon ennemi ou mon meilleur ami? Je n’ai jamais réalisé avant ce moment que les enfants n’ont pas de conflit avec toi. On n’entend jamais un enfant se plain......Read the rest...

...SEPTEMBER 19, 2019 We were deep in the forest on our way to Tupper Lake It was an early fall morning full of sunshine and song from a beautiful Spanish singer whose soulful caress can cause a......Read the rest...

...An ordered massif of concrete in the green Adirondack range, crumbling Greek amphitheater, it’s presence strikes the mind as strange. The chips and cracks throughout the tiers, the weather wor......Read the rest...

...I am as subtle as the maker who made me; I’m not the strongest, I’m not the bravest, I’m not the luckiest, I’m not the smartest, And definitely not the brightest, I’m just one who works the har......Read the rest...

...I shift my jacket close as wind blows past, perched upon this dull, gray massif of rock, below the throaty call of raven’s squawk, cannot stay long, in Fall the sun won’t last, cold can make a ma......Read the rest...

...At the foot of the massive massif bluffs which bounce atop upstate New York, The air is thick with suburban smog bottled beneath the mountains' unpopped cork. The fumes from factories of the foot......Read the rest...

...Cronking ravens’ aerobatics between rock-pulpits leaning over, grey disdainful gate-posts. Our shouts echoed as we clambered like ants on a wall, the lake a far glittering pool in the dark su......Read the rest...

...Experience your most opulent dream. Taste solitude as one sampling rare and ancient wine from fluted crystal goblets. Be exhilarated in reaching toward the heavens in 'primal scream' ecstasy aft......Read the rest...