Art Mountains Poems

Hush o'er azure stone ridge, 
hypnotic wax moon dash,
wispy crescent rustle from,
a piebald furry deer,
nocturnal stealth enshrouded,
silver tint antler scoops,
limp orange leaf detritus,
canopy of maroon...

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In midwinter nights on mountain heights, with pride he sits alone. Where the ridges are steep, a watch he keeps for every flesh and bone....

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Its Gleaming Light-Beams Washing My Old Soul

So sad about some far-off hidden things
That are not my business, no not me
Washing these feet in such soothing...

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Life, And Trekking Across Wild Wilderness

As epic pain ebbs then subsides

Nature's steals the mountainous scene
With beauty's encompassing slides

Home, farm life, peacock yardbird preens.

Robert J. Lindley,...

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All night, all night came  shimmering light 

And lit all winding unseen ways
In clusters came there from the skies
The angels , elves and beauteous...

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Oh howling moaning whispering wind
What does thou do in moonless night
While stars are blinking in sadness
And nothing else is there in sight
Thou stir branches of...

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Far hidden betwixt and aloft mountains further than light, so sleep the dwellers of the eternal night.

Moving silently, soft and quietly,
Moving with fright,
Carrying only our...

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On this mountaintop I sit
In solitude reclined –

For such a heightened lift
Soul-weary did I climb
The world foresworn – a bit
(My aching heart inclined)

A flowing form...

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My wife and I share a passion for travelling, the world we love to see
We travelled through France and Switzerland and we're now in Italy...

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Beyond Tall Snowcapped Mountains, And Purple Veil

Between radiance of heart and love’s grasping rays
Are birthed memories that come as blessed gifts
Ride golden dreams join with...

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Overwhelmed rover
Yet I am not anywhere
Some days will be there

Though I am somewhere
Fighting thorns to discover
That thrones be conquer...

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...But I heard a crack in the distance,
then came a man’s shrill, painful yell,
I saw Tak go down in the plants,
his ankle was bent, none-to-well,
I...

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I long have been a trail-runner,
and my name is Art Constantine,
sprinting peaks is a thigh-burner,
just as tiring as it seems,
I started this at seventeen.

Most people...

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I am the mountains surrounding you
To cradle your life and give you strength
I will offer you colors in weather and seasons
Then, sparkle smiles, when topped...

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More than merely a mound of rock;
More timeless than a broken clock;
Standing alone to define a place;
A stone edifice of granite grace;

I have traversed to...

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