Mountain Morning Meditation
I wrote this after watching the glorious sun rise out my green mountain window…everything was pink and white – it was amazing.
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! Creative Writing & Poetry !, "Poetry and Beautiful Women" , All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Creative, Talented, and Unknown, Up & Coming Writers and WMGNew pink snow
upon the mount.
Each yawning wrinkle
hiding inlets deep, with night’s hung-on,
her closed eyelids she keeps,
while sun eludes
their dawn.
And dawn’s clear
breaks
upon the rest,
aglow with clouds as blanket coats – a blush;
a comely pause to white the dark
from truth
and pause,
to know the heart’s received
this mortal’s scene.
Reflected on the earth
as spine –
her curves,
and lines upon a face, as bright and warm
as moments
are in moments time -
only God could paint a thing
as pure as vision’s
height,
a morning come to still
the needs, and coming
of the day;
to keep the innocence of youth, afresh
upon the mount to end
the winter’s doom.
You pour like young –
a shining zenith,
through glass;
a scene strait from the warming
heart of pure,
where many eyes can not perceive
the gift of time,
spent wise, and still as silence
breath
and song;
or spent at all, where none can e’er undo,
what is
the moments truth of one who sees
the worth beyond the eyes
of earth;
the soft of mount awash in pink
on white,
reflecting souls reward
unto the dark;
for seeing through the one who bids
a fare thee well,
unto their own
brave sun.
and as her wrinkles start to fade
to light -
the gold and call of day’s
receiving shade – her hidden dips
and tips -
the whole of age,
and wonder cast, has come to know
the pink in bloom
upon the mount of silent breath,
beneath
the daylights moon.
© Kristin Reynolds 1 09
autumnwind
Such breathtaking beauty, even more so through your eyes, your words. xoxo
Blanchot
autumnwiind,
You nailed it: how much those eyes see, how expressive they are without being seen..