I stood like a mountain
Astride the plain
Watching with slow eyes
As life passed beneath me.
Feeling the seasons on my skin,
Each year a mere frisson,
And the years passed
Until snow silenced me.
I waited immobile
For the errant warmth
Not knowing or hoping
That it would find me;
Just waiting, as mountains do,
For time to take me,
Unresisting whiteness
Slowly eroded.
Kissed by the sun
I ran like water
Out of myself
A fluid gem
Laughing in the sunlight.
Flowing free across the land
With petals in my wake
And diamond drops.
Earth drank me
Took me to her heart
And I became the blood
Quicksilver in her veins.
I became her milk
And rose once more
Through the green stems
Of her diadem.
I sparkled in her crown
Jewels in her garland
Till the sun rose
And warmed me.
I rose then, insubstantial
Wedded to the clouds
That cast snowflakes
On the mountain.
That was lovely Sue.
xxx Huge Hugs xxx
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Thanks, David. xxx
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A magnificent poem, Sue.
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Thanks, Robbie.
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It’s snowing here now…
And beautiful poem Sue!
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Here too, Ritu. xx
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Stopped now but cold!!!
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still at it in Yorkshire
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Youll get your whiteout then!
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It’s doing its best still 🙂
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It’s miserable here but no whiteout!
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truly magnificent, Sue!
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Thanks, Jaye x
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Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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Great written, Sue! Like an oil painting in words. Beautiful! Michael
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Thank you, Michael 🙂
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Beautiful!
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Thanks, Jennie.
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You’re welcome, Sue.
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What a wonderful cycle-of-life poem. 😀 … magnificent imagery. Bravo. 🙂
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Thank you 😀
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Beautiful ❤
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Thanks, Alethea x
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This aptly describes a few “seasons” I’ve seen in my life along the way. (And, as you wrote it, I know you’ve seen them as well.)
In all, whether verdant or frozen, the key is to keep standing.
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…and to know that ‘this too shall pass’ 😉
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That was beautiful and the photographs are also beautiful! Especially the second one.
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Thanks, Marilyn. They were both taken one snowy day in the Lake District… when I took my little MR2 down roads she was never meant for to places I would not have issed for the world.
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