April May Dance Until June.
When one is high on a mountain insiration seems much nearer
April May Dance Until June.
April's golden tresses
grace willow trees
and bless forsythia tips just starting to bud
near my mountain porch,
my heavenly perch. My dog catches zzzz's
hIs paws moving to
squirrelly-cued dreams,
or chasing rabbits far beyond
Alice's hole in one- derland
as melted snow rushes
faster to the river
flowing towards valleys below
turning into mini waterfalls
in the gaps Clouds almost
touch my world up here
as if I could touch them back
misting pastures
with foggy views
while a rainbow
bends to color
their gray and white canvases Summer slowly ascends
the slopes below me
as remnants ofd snow
wash it's bare toes
and it comes
bearing the scent
of honeysuckle and
brightening the grassy slopes
with devil's paintbrush. While I remain a
speck of flesh
amidst the greenery
a pigment of imagination
on God's incredible palette,
trying to capture his marvels on
these pounded, ground up remnants
of some trees reduced to pulp.
Birds and butterflies
flit to and fro
in a dance of cel;ebration
for the new season
with so much now
to feed them
that was buried
in the icy chest
of a cold mountain winter.
fresh worms
slithering out
and pollen galore
popping into bloom.
A gentle breeze whispers
an old forgotten tune
that caressess my soul.
It is good to be alive
when summer comes around
I can feel the dust
of my youthful days
stirring deep within
my old and weary bones
and limbering up
my aching muscles
from months of
tending a fire.
Now the sun's warmth
will blaze upon my and
heat up all the wood
I have not yet cut.
my axe and my ass
are on a hiatus
although i might take
a long hike
Just after I nap
in my newly hung hammock
I am not alone here
the many creatures
who have been roused
from their nations of Hiber
scramble to and fro
there is much to do
but there are so
many long and lazy
days to fulfill the tedious
work not yet finished.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ Author notes
written by a cabin I used to frequent
when I needed escape from the world at large,
things seem much smaller on a mountaintop,
as far as the world's troubles go.
© 2009 Matthew Frederick Blowers III
