On Seeing
If I
must
away
my thoughts
wander back
to the trees-
how they're
stacked
in the
hollow.
Like a promise
like a dream
the mountains are
what they seem
lifeblood to all peoples
a natural wonder
lined with steeples
that play with the wind.
They are a friend to me
with a great natural power to disarm
even those who (might) think themselves big among us.
Just wrap your arms around the trunk of an Appalachian tree
and you'll see-
the room the forest
the globe
the planets
the stars;
how they
stretch out
so clearly.
If I
must
away
my thoughts
wander back
to the trees-
how they're
stacked
in the
hollow.
Like a promise
like a dream
the mountains are
what they seem
lifeblood to all peoples
a natural wonder
lined with steeples
that play with the wind.
They are a friend to me
with a great natural power to disarm
even those who (might) think themselves big among us.
Just wrap your arms around the trunk of an Appalachian tree
and you'll see-
the room the forest
the globe
the planets
the stars;
how they
stretch out
so clearly.
This makes me long for the mountains.
ReplyDeleteIt's all connected, isn't it? And so much of it is stunningly beautiful. Gorgeous shots, lg!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photos and poems. Is that Grandfather Mt to the right in the top photo? I used to spend so much time in the Carolina high country, but it's been years...
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