Enclosed
by rugged mountain crest
Where
birds swoop down their thirst to slake,
Two
men have lit a fire and rest.
Outdoors
and far from madding crowds
A
brief vacation on the sly,
Peace,
perfect peace with cheeky clouds
Hanging
lightly in the sky.
Deep
waters, terminal moraine
Reminders
of an ice age past
A
village where just few remain
Against
a backdrop bold, first class.
On
water's edge a boat lies, still
Its
time to crest the waves ahead
This
peace affords them both a thrill
Life
in this spot has lighter tread ...
(c) Poet in the woods 2020
Dear Sarah,
ReplyDeleteYour poem transcends the beings and the place you describe.
Like the wings of the eagle far above the summits, your words cut through the air to reach unattainable heights.
There, time and breath stop.
There is only the ineffable beauty of the rhythm of a flaming poetry to admire.
Thank you!
Bruno.