Wednesday, January 13, 2016

"Time" for humble-I?---only...Now!

 
Mountains to Climb!
 
Behold cerulean mountains beauty lonesome steep
Miss not wide the mark their sacred meaning deep
 
Warming sun in piercing clear blue heaven-abyss above
Comforts grizzled face like down of holy pure white dove
 
Cool breeze refreshes from valley low cascading sparkle river in it
Conifer-green reach the stars while a camp robber’s nest, he spins it
 
Dying embers at midnight soothed by “hoot” of old friend owl
Alabaster moon bright begets a wild coyote’s eerie hollow howl
 
Sleepy restful slumber, then, with spying eye askance ever slightly
Both ears listen keen for challenge as night wind stirs wraith-lightly
 
Smile sweet comfort dream, Shoshone “Never-leave-me”
Startled awake in memory as stolen short life deceived me
 
Life be for the living; to die young be an aggregious sin
As I breathe on, perhaps, comes promise yet to love again
 
Tomorrow spy a silvertip, a harbinger of luck
Sight grey timber wolf, then harvest dinner buck
 
“Smoke” will carry burden home on leather saddle shiny-worn
Before the Fall to patch again these skins thin-worn and torn
 
First, though, to Rendezvous when summer warms July
That sacred secret meeting place in yonder valley high
 
Horse-trade bargain tanned hides for winter’s shot and powder cache
This time, perhaps, a handsome squaw for warmth against a frigid dash
 
For Christmas tree, the northern lights to decorate
New Year’s Eve? Saved bottled wine to celebrate
 
Once tread upon white sand beach at blue crest water ocean tide
Then climbed atop snow-capped peak, traversed far mountainside
 
Circle seasons slowly complete an awesome lifetime ring
Thank You, Lord! For allowing me just one more Spring
 
Time has been and come and presented really only “Now”
Because I feared-not to live, to die I easily do know “How”


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