Fluffy clouds fold over mountains, <br />their tops hidden and obscured. <br />Looking down folds of green <br />rush down to reach a stream, a <br />water flow that cascades and drops, <br />a sparkling torrent rushing down. <br /> <br />Quite brilliant on a hillside far away, <br />white rocks scattered here and there; <br />close by, wild flowers, coloured red, <br />yellow, blue, orchids pink and white. <br />Red plants with bright white seeds, <br />imitate a patch of snow that bleeds, <br />whilst red grasses manifest a blush. <br /> <br />Soil orange, red and mouldy grey, <br />stunted yellow grass on rocky crags, <br />boulders, giant rocks, mountain cliffs, <br />aged grey, brown, have orange flecks; <br />their weathered faces aged by time, <br />weary: countless memories to recall. <br /> <br />The stillness of the air feeds down, <br />the silence magical, no thoughts <br />expressed, scene now to beautiful <br />to grasp. Clouds have now expired, <br />our view is clear, mountains stretch <br />endlessly to the far point of the eye. <br /> <br />Breathe in take in gulps of hilly air, <br />refresh your mindscape once more, <br />take home this cool mountain scene, <br />to recall and free your mental eye <br />from life’s artificial pictures of want <br />and its many landscapes of desire. <br /> <br />Bob Blackwell <br /> <br />15-03-2010<br /><br />Bob Blackwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mountains-recalled/
