Mountains
Joseph E. Reed
January 27, 2013
Making mountains
Under sheets of snow
Covered now
From head to toe
Dazzling beauty
Sparkling night
Beams of glory
First rays of light
Your eyes, they dance
With the waning light
Fresh tracks
Crisp air
Dew like dream crystals
Wet your hair
Hands are clasping
Breaths burning hot
These mountains roll
These peaks and slopes
I slide my mind
Across each sacred spot
Morning whispers
Streams, rivers
Trees and boulders
Trail from your shoulders
Skiing down
I rush to solace
The valley of invigorating life
Amidst the hills that sing and sigh
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Writer. Poems by Joseph E. Reed
Poetry"Arising out of the mists and numbness of false cloudiness, Joseph's poetry is a pursuit of vitality, a yearning for reality." -Naja the Artist A poet and musician since childhood, Joseph E. Reed presents his creations for the world to share. Well...
