Beaver Mountain

by Leonard M Hawkes

Suspended in the darkness,
Rising higher, higher,
Comfortable in the cold--
Entirely content with Winter.

I read the firs, know the
Spruces, smell the aspens,
Sense the surface of the snow;
Absorbed now by the night.

And the stars sing brightly
In their old familiar glory,
And I wonder why--why
I don't do this, more often.


Author's Note: Journal Poem: Beaver Mountain, Cache County, Utah

Posted on 03/07/2010
Copyright © 2023 Leonard M Hawkes

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