Mountain Dreams

pinkgirlink  STACY MAR

 

Nestled in the Appalachia under
the gaze of East River Mountain
on this dark, frosty midnight
I watch from my window the
moonlit landscape as the wind,
blistery, wintery, skirts the corner
scatters dried leaves like mice
scampering from the calico cat.
My breath wreathes the pane
in delicate snowflake patterns
and I shiver at the beauty…
a fairyland tabloid of silvered
delight. Turning, I stand over
the furnace let the warm air billow
my gown. I invite the shadowy
images painted by the moon
across the floor and walls
join me as I run to the warmth
of my bed to sleep the sweet sleep.

21 thoughts on “Mountain Dreams

  1. join me as I run to the warmth
    of my bed to sleep the sweet sleep.

    How great fun it is to be in the mountains to savor the warmth of the cool location! Great writing Debi!

    Hank

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