Monday, September 3, 2012

Hush in the Mountains


It was a tingly morning mist
That hushed past the pines
The gentle glide
Brushing against my cheeks
So sleek and so cool

It was a memory ready for recall
That filled the empty clearing
Gathering in a cluster
To bathe me in it's warmth

There was a wayward cloud
Playing touch and go
Bandanna wrapping the blue
Silence and me.

It's beautiful
The limpid mountain
And tiny smoke
Etched above a chimney.

I see far beyond the
The tall trees
The glass hills and cattails.

I am a bluebird
Too happy to sing.


Hi dear poets! I'm glad I can post something for the Poets United. :)



7 comments:

  1. "There was a wayward cloud
    Playing touch and go
    Bandanna wrapping the blue
    Silence and me."

    The sky as blue silence--quite an awesome description.

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  2. I can think of no better freedom than the freedom of free flight. I love the softness of this, the imagery is beautiful. I love your Bluebird :)
    Great poem and thanks for the visit.

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  3. You have shared some beautiful memories here. I am glad you recalled them and wrote about them. The last stanza expresses perfect happiness!

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  4. Sweet and gentle and lovely. Very nice.

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  5. I am a bluebird
    Too happy to sing.

    I love it! Oh to experience such happiness!

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  6. Lovely, the perfect picture of peace.

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