Distant majestic mountains,
intimidating mass of rocks.
Go around or journey over?
A menacing challenge.
A delightful pleasure.
Colorful meadow flowers,
scent of pine,
crisp air, tease the senses.
Brilliant light dances
across water and snow.
A gift of remote peace and tranquility.
witnessing people who come and go
to their chipped but resolute rocky shoulders.
impassive to activity on their slopes,
people, smaller than ants, disappearing
in their crags and crevices.
power contained deep within
give glory with their presence.
Love how you have captured the majesty, grandeur and strength of the mountains. What a contrast to the flat, brown desert that I see right now outside my window. My eyes long to gaze on them again.
A powerful ending thought, sometimes it is just enough to exist!!
Missing you my dear but look forward to my daily poetry email!
Glad you are still able to receive the posts! I miss our “dates” 🙂
I always appreciate your feedback. Hugs!!