My Mountain Home

Fri, 08/23/2013 - 20:39 -- bpinzel


The smell of spruce

The glistening fir

The cloudy cool

I know for sure

The gentle rain

It fills the air

It cleans the earth

It damps my hair

The mountains sigh

With refreshing need

I face the heavens

My soul it feeds

We're washed anew 

We're cleansed as one

I smile to heaven

I wait for the sun


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