Hello, I have decided to put some of my poems in my blog, since the last few entries were about nature. I have always enjoyed nature and I wrote these particular poems after a trip to the mountains. My Mom and Grandmother used to love picnics, hiking and camping in the mountains.
The sun sinks low, stream rolls on:
The only sound: a running fawn
Ah! What better a place to hide away
Sittin on a rock 'til the fading of day.
The Aspen trees, the whispering sound
Shadows creeping from sky to ground.
The mellow breeze now takes it's course
And sweeps me off with unthreatening force.
The day is coming to a close my friend
With but one feeling I hope to extend:
The very sensation of feeling free
Leaving no doubt, the mountains are the place for me.
With wings of varied colors;
So distinctly are yours seen
Printing an abstract aversion
Like the dressings of a queen.
With grace of a royal princess
So passionately you flit
Yet indifferent as to the flowers
Upon which you gently sit.
Such beauty is your own
Ne'er reflected, not by one.
With your freedom never hindered
May you someday reach the sun.
My Mom and Grandmother also liked to take us on vacation to Mexico. The following poem I wrote after a trip to the Caribbean.
The foam with it's ever-changing patterns,
White as a dove,
Waters my mouth as cotton candy,
Heavy, with flaming ripples,
Turquoise more intense than the chieftan's dressings,
Dance the waves swiftly,
Entrancing, with smooth and constant motion,
Blue as a mirror against the sky
Changes the color as a lake in the midst of night
With coral influence as scattered prints,
Deep as the mountains at midnight
Still, shimmering the reflection of the sun
I hope you enjoy these entries. Thanks for reading my blog.