Whilst the sun slowly sinks
Beneath the snow-capped mountains
Dark-rimmed clouds drift high above
Red-orange skies shroud the sky
V-shaped geese honking afar
Darkness creeps on mirrored lakes
Gold eyes wink as dusk sets in
I had overeaten.
So I reached inside myself
And pulled up whatever could be pulled up
From strength that I could muster up
I labored long and hard
And eventually brought forth
Snow capped mountains
And sky scrapers dignified by the rays of the sun
And the tallest pines with cones intact
And stars draped with clouds, silver lined
And song birds with half-sung melodies resting on their beaks
And butterflies with awe-inspiring wings, extended and poised for flight
And rainbows that captured the very essence of past promises.
Exhilarated and exhausted, I wept
Not due to any emptiness or lack
But due to the incredible, unspeakable beauty of the lone rose
That remained anchored to my innermost parts.
I was spent but at peace
In my travels
I seek thee
Amongst the snow capped mountains,
The scenic valleys,
Meandering rivers
That meets the turquoise sea
The rolling meadows
And sprinkling streams
The azure sky above
Connect me to the supreme being
A transcendental journey
That invigorates and rejuvenates me
On a spiritual level
Down below the snow capped mountains stood a woman by the Muddy waters.the water flowed down through the river bed premonitions went through her head. Green acres stretched from side to side distancing beauty of a great find.a picturesque sight of beautiful landscapes shown brightly as the snow melted off the hills to the valleys below. Birds sang joyouslyand as clear as the morning sun.
In the nighttime hours
As the world deftly creeps by
I summon my powers
Spread my wings and fly
Past cotton clouds,
Snow-capped mountains, white
I am lost and I am found
I am beauty and blight
Past the midnight chimes
A soul searching for home
Tangling myself in rhymes
So as to not feel alone
Catch the updraft of hope
Friendship sun on my face
My place in this world in scope
Loathing, with love replace
No one asks troll woman her age
She is older than the petrified forest
twice as old as the snow-capped mountains
Savvy, sage, seasoned, Smithsonian-trained
Hard-working too her followers report
Her fawning fans glom onto every word
Embellishing her feats with adjectives of grandeur
She stacks rocks on her head, consuming none of their flattery.
Written: January 23, 2024
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Behold tinsel atop snow-capped mountains,
Where towering walls of gathered ice rise high.
Celestial waves flow into boiling fountains,
And flying, thawing spice fills the endless sky.
A vibrant tapestry unfolds as a kaleidoscope
Blurs appear in a realm of multi-angle vision.
The dawn is a genuine golden spectroscope.
Embracing every region, invoking raw allusion.
Sunset beams ignite the top with Eurasian light,
Dying blooms at azure are a welcoming night.
Moon, stars, and aurora borealis waltz with hope,
Velvety, dome akin to sky covers forthcoming scope.
In spring, clay and snow mix to create fresh birth,
Lava flora and ice fruits grow greater than on Earth.
An occult quiet creeps over this view and is fixed,
All this awe is an ode to one true Creator, unmixed.
Sun budges through sapphire sky and drifting clouds,
Melting away frozen snow-capped mountains.
Throughout forest heartbeat and trembling leaves,
Upon dappled nature's well-endowed breast.
The calm echo of the brisk waterfall
Cascading downward into a plunge pool.
A quenching path to the old yawning roots
And cold rocks dripping in soft wet green moss.
Foliage subdued in a bygone dream;
Slow ebbing away crystal stream raise edge.
Neath the shade of the top branches that weep.
Nature's flawless evolving work of art.
11/14/2023
If you still believe there are things left to see,
and that the Earth holds more surprises for you,
well then, my friend, tag along and follow me,
and we'll track pandas through forests of bamboo,
and check out blue whales, the giants of the sea.
Earth's lakes range in colors from pink to dark blue,
and the Grand Canyon's awesome; I guarantee.
From snow-capped mountains to its tidal oceans,
Earth is a planet that evokes emotions.
Through shifting sands where the desert foxes hide,
we'll map the stars over dunes of copper-gold,
then hitch a boat on a swelling, wild tide,
to watch the northern lights suddenly unfold.
The jungle canopy stretches green and wide;
each ancient vine has a secret to be told.
We'll catch our breath where the highest ridges gleam;
this spinning world is a never-ending dream.
White
By Michelle Morris
27/10/2020
White is seen as purity,
In the peace of a dove or driven snow;
It is the reflection of all the colours
in the rainbow,
And of rarity in nature...
From the fluffiness of clouds in the sky,
To snow-capped mountains gracious,
In hearts pure and filled with joy,
White is a penguin's iceberg haven...
© Michelle Morris, 2020
I am quite taken with the sultriness from the
Coltrane grove sending hints of cedar down
my spine as I enters the room arousing the sassy
brassiness of my horizons a solid structure
forms each time his fingers tap the saxophone
unspeakable melodies hindered just so under
the balanced keys behind the piano mans
harmony and then the butterflies dance again
as he kisses this instrument I'm quite
taken again the sound lingers over the
snow capped mountains after being blindly
sent out from beneath bales of hay where
southern hospitality seems to whisper please
stay awhile an yet my brown eyes began
to sink into the night sky as stars shoot out
across the darkness lights seems to fade dem
and glow as John Coltrane finishes the show
The scarlet sea is almost calm tonight.
The sinking sun splashes its fiery rays
over the billowing flame-tinged waves
as red-stained sails stretch full to catch
the lively saltatory breeze and meander
their surest way back to their safest sanctuary.
Aloft the snow-capped mountains
send a few rumbles of an impending storm.
Fleecy clouds race one another
as swallows play their last undaunted game
before the tranquil day comes to a close.
Is not this a sunset of wonder?
A time when suddenly you feel
you're not alone? For all around
is nature unaffected, clean and pure,
a blazing beauty so rare that somehow,
to me, it spells there's something more
those rules that guard and guide
the universe in its heavenly melodious motion,
a singing of harmonious mellifluous cords
that urges man to free himself
from wanton worldly cares,
and give himself more
an intimate relationship with the One
who created all.
Is it but a passing moment?
Or should I strive to capture
that one fleeting heavenly rapture,
an urge of fleeting tender compassion,
and give heartfelt thanks to my Almighty Lord?
Heidi comes to mind the instant I hear the word Switzerland.
I see snow-capped mountains, sparkling waters, vast meadows
Bern tour will include medieval clock tower and Muenster Cathedral
I will include Lucerne’s chapel bridge and Montreaux, on Lake Geneva
Dare I visit the berg of Zermatt, named for Alpine’s meadows?
Do you realize this is a car-free resort town?
I may have to peek at Geneva, home to peacekeeping organizations
Peacekeeping and neutrality the mainstay of Swiss politics.
Oh, give me a home where majestic buffalo roam,
Where antelope graze and rushing streams foam!
A place where snow-capped mountains reach for the sky,
And gentle winds waft through blue spruce with soothing sigh!
Oh, give me a home where golden eagles soar on high;
Where skeins of geese delight my senses with their clarion cry!
A home where splendid sunrises greet me each morn,
And spectacular sunsets, The Master Artist, the sky doth adorn!
Oh, give me a home where verdant fields thrive with golden grain;
Where cowpokes herd cantankerous cattle on wide-open plain!
A place where magnificent mountain goats and sheep can be viewed,
On steep and rocky tors, content with their own, seeking solitude!
Oh, give me a home where in autumn, elk vent their plaintive blare,
Seeking to charm the feminine species to provide himself an heir!
Where glorious Columbine blossoms grow in profusion,
And golden leaves of aspen create a fairy-land-like illusion!
Unlike the hapless and adventurous Conquistador,
I've found that home and so very much more!
I've found my beautiful Eldorado,
Right here in Colorful Colorado!
Dear earth sorry?
We are very bad humans
We have destroyed you
We have taken away yours emerald meadows
We have cut down tall forests
We have taken away your blue oceans by damping our trash
We have taken away your brown soil from your bottom
We have taken away snow capped mountains from the skies
Sorry is not enough
Sorry is not enough
But dear earth we are sorry!
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