Mountain Tree Morning

Sun unseen

I walk about, drawing into myself

the fading nighttime cold,

waiting, somewhat patiently

for the dawn to warm,

I found myself sitting

by the all hours water,

casting my stone thoughts

to higher mountain shores,

-how small the moment is

the “being” high above, looking downward

on waters such as there

and the towering spires above

how silent my life thoughts move downward

I again view the water

swirling to time lost

no everyday living to write about

what causes may present

I live to scan other vistas

to be the feelings, I’ve yet to discover

to find, to cherish, the me inside

Wait now, I see

the sun

The warmth envelopes me – again


1 June 1981

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Author: notthedane56

My heathen tendencies are waiting to blossom at the Mid-Summer Evening in Denmark. In a Country that professes to have an overwhelming population of believers in the Christian Faith, I am always reassured by their pagan ways, at least one night per year. I won't be throwing myself on the bonfire, but I plan on being warmed by the thoughts of the fun-loving Danes, burning witches at the stake, while singing songs and drinking beer!

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