The golden sunshine
Adorns the hilltops with such
Royal coronets...
The Great Beauty of the Mountains
Insurmountable Giants of nature
Spears that stab deep into skys,
An ever losing battle.
Their bodys stretching endlessly across the plains.
From endless beauty to the dullness of death they encompass all.
The Alps, older than the earth around it.
Older than even the continent itself.
Overseer of the Germanic plains.
......
No-hope Tuesdays have become my favourite
as i fall deeper into a sense of helplessness of a blissful kind
a dull,full moment of acceptance.
And many empty ones of grief.
the bar is falling lower everyday
spirits down swimming in the depths of the
depressions in the ocean floor of my soul
that's where my joy hides.
And love
but i haven't seen her in a while.
......
YON wild mossy mountains sae lofty and wide,
That nurse in their bosom the youth o' the Clyde,
Where the grouse lead their coveys thro' the heather to feed,
And the shepherd tends his flock as he pipes on his reed.
Not Gowrie's rich valley, nor Forth's sunny shores,
To me hae the charms o'yon wild, mossy moors;
For there, by a lanely, sequesterèd stream,
Besides a sweet lassie, my thought and my dream.
Amang thae wild mountains shall still be my path,
Ilk stream foaming down its ain green, narrow strath;
......
Rapidly down the mountainside,
The pure powdery snow spraying!
Nearer to vast sapphire skies,
And long ere a perplexed purple.
Bracing winds travel from afar,
And carelessly tousle the hair,
Long after the mists of orange,
In the treasured golden noon,
On the other side of the moon!
Enormous speeds are attained,
......
The Great Beauty of the Mountains
Insurmountable Giants of nature
Spears that stab deep into skys,
An ever losing battle.
Their bodys stretching endlessly across the plains.
From endless beauty to the dullness of death they encompass all.
The Alps, older than the earth around it.
Older than even the continent itself.
Overseer of the Germanic plains.
......
The golden sunshine
Adorns the hilltops with such
Royal coronets...
plush carpet of blooms
hues at the base of mountains ~
fragrance of footsteps
At magic mountain
of the purple twilight dusk,
Summery stars swirl!
A dusty purple evening,
of redbird songs echoing.
Magnificent moon,
Pearls spill down the mountainside,
No breeze is stirring.
Golden memories now fade
......
Blazing wild meadows,
Cherry blossoms, budding green,
Cascades of flowers!
Spring in the Blue Ridge Mountains
is a gilt orange season.