Mountain Stirrings
Awoke this morn
in pine-scented bough-bed to a greyish hint of dawn
Sniffed chill
air, then spied meadow doe attending her wee spotted fawn
Thanked Him for
another blessed day like all those before, now since gone
Pure snow-white
peaks already kissed by yon sun way high up yonder
Shadowed verdant
green to tree line splendor in holy awesome’s wonder
Yellow orb
struggles to breach far summit at clarion distant roll of thunder
As day prevails
to ban the night, now begin familiar mountain stirrings
My loyal range
steed whinny-calls a demand for his early daily currying
A camp robber
jay complains aloud while ground squirrels go a-scurrying
White-barked
aspen golden leaves flutter in nature’s choreographed dances
At deep secluded
blue lake there far off the wapiti herd silent purpose-prances
I tend fire the
night-coals to stir up warmth which self-pleasure surely enhances
Fill ancient
blackened pot with crystal water trickling from yonder natural spring
Slice bacon
thick to the skillet-pan, add in wild onion or another delicate, tasty thing
Then, so
completely satiated I might just challenge these tired worn vocal chords to
sing
Stand tall to
stretch old tan-weathered hands through clear cerulean blueness
Wipe clean yon
trusty Bowie, then hone its edge to razor-sharp keen newness
Deep purple
shadows recede relentless day verging softly violet hue-ness
Rustle up bunch
grass for reliable ’ole Smoke’s awaited breakfast meal
Contemplate
Almighty Artist’s vista; savor a distant elk’s plaintive bugle peal
Glimpse a
silvertip at the river and a cousin-pair: a blue- and green-winged teal
Myriad fluffy
white clouds invade the vast expanse of horizon western skies
Here, in this
near-heaven, pathetic civilization, modest majestic nature defies
Though not a
learned man in formal erudite prose, a tingle sparks poetic surmise
Snug lodge, part
cave, some man, upon the comfort pine-y southern slope
Paradise shared
by the Indian-girl and child ’til cold evil death did interlope
Broke tender
heart, tore poor soul, yet spirit belief embraced eternal heaven-hope
The “then” was now,
important, alas, until the fleeting-instant history-passed
To perceived
“present” here and quickly gone in album memory-print amassed
Perhaps imagined
“future” come through near obfuscated reflection-visions cast
Prepare sojourn
on vacant trace to fragrant path ablaze in palette-vibrant color find
View clear His
face while touch sublime gifts; to man and nature be always kind
In thy soul
resides a sacred grace: mountain stirrings, wild winds purely refined
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