Mountain Time

Calmed like water

how can I be

worried when God’s own hand

smooths the crags and

crevasses and sand

the rocks the rain

and wind the stain

worn away and I’ll

be gone but they remain

the mountains eased

eternal rest

settled down the test

of time they seem

so solid yet the

ever changing face the

space the trees that cling

the clouds

ring peaks and show

me I am small, I’ll

be gone but they’ll go

on and on and on

5 thoughts on “Mountain Time

  1. Jae Rose

    Hi Dee- are you in the mountains? Seems a long time since my last visit (thank you for your continued visits)..Am going to look at the rest of your posts now..I am reading ‘The Passage’ at the moment – it makes me think of your writing and that sense of an ‘almost world’..have you read it? What do you think? Jae πŸ™‚

    1. Dee

      I’m so glad you are back! Yes we are in the mountains. we will be at a cabin this weekend with no cell phone or computer service πŸ™‚
      I have just started The Passage – I’ll let you know what I think.

  2. Jae Rose

    Good luck with ‘The Passage’ – it took me a while to pass the 100 page mark but I am glad I did..think I am about halfway through now!..enjoy the mountains..Jae …

  3. paschal

    Whoever said some of your poems read like slam poetry is right. There’s a certain rhythm and delivery that this one catches. You’d probably have some fun trying it, performing it: you and the other Paris slammers can open for the bluegrass folks. I don’t know how you feel about microphones, but ain’t nothin’ like reading poetry – your poetry – behind one. Even more cool would be to have the bluegrassers improvising behind you.

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