A cold November morning
As a din of silence sings
I sit stone still in the den

A night light casts Dali-esque
Shadows over muted walls
Serene scenes of dark sharp angles

Thoughts race to trace those
Years spent in another place
To a time where once I trekked

Ancient trails beneath her
Gray weathered face as the
Jungfrau’s frosted peaks seek

A cool sea blue sky
With each strained step to
Scale her wind-blown curls

Where eagles dare and
angels soar to speak
In peace with God

11/12/2010

Author's Note: I miss Switzerland and all the wonders that still fill my soul with a yearning burn to return.

Posted on 11/12/2010
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