Mountain Top

 

Mountain Top

Bourbon butterscotch 

brightened to a shiny penny

before the hold of a sky,

matched your blue eyes

and mixed with cucumber waters,

rushed past woodland lichen 

and pussy willow,

life-giving sustenance 

caressing ancient paths 

and chaste mauve lips

both thirsting 

for past and present 

to be vineyard and vine;  

for all, for one.  

A mountain is mighty

but beneath a tree branch, 

a flannel grey sanctuary

embraced our youth,

the glacial stream curled by

as fauna and curling willow

turned your eyes to candied lavender

and mine to Celtic green

as we picnicked and drank 

from mountain waters, 

settled ourselves, became lovers.

***

A tawny owl blinks

into a raven-wing night

blessing each season

as we return

beneath a peppercorn sky

ablaze with the northern star;

refined amber 

above windswept cliffs

whistling a serenade to love.

This ancient pathway 

our spring nectar,

where summer coneflowers 

and yarrow bloom,

fall's fiery hue 

yielding soon 

to winter's alabaster drape.

by Margaret Bednar, December 7, 2020 (Reposted October 3, 2023)

Reposted and playing along with "Poets & Storytellers United - Friday Writings Earth, Air, Fire, Water".  I did change this version slightly from the original.

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(Dec. 7, 2020) I wrote this poem to an expired challenge over at "dVerse Poets Pub - Synesthesia" - write a song full of colors.   I wouldn't say this is a song, but it is a poem.  I am linking this up with "Poets and Storytellers Writers Pantry #49".