Atop the barren Pinnacle

     Where naught but weeds abide

           The early morning sun awakes

                   To cast the dark aside.

 

The night takes leave of warming skies

            The moon, still full, sinks low.

                        The stars drift slowly back to space

                                    As scented breezes blow.

 

A solitary figure stands

            The mountain fills her soul

                        With eyes ablaze in silent awe

                                    To see the sight below.

 

The valley deep stretched miles around

            Filled yesterday with trees

                        Has covered softly in the night

                                    Pure white with cotton seas.

 

Somewhere ‘neath that ocean wide

            Still lies the forest deep

                        Where unaware of transformed world

                                    Its denizens still sleep.

 

Yet far above the magic lasts

            If only for a while

                        Though sea dissolves as day creeps in

                                    It’s witnessed with a smile.

 

For Nature showcased Glory here;

            The hiker stood as guest.

                        And having shared this wondrous sight

                                    She can’t help but feel blessed.

 

 

                         February 8, 1991