Friday, September 20, 2019

Floating . . .


Between earth and sky
Ancient mountains remember
A time without man. 

They have seen him come,
Death in his every footstep,
They will see him go.

Patient in their age,
The mountains wait.


Misty Barnes said...

Love that poem!!!

Barbara Rogers said...

Oooh, I didn't know you were also a poet. Yes, these old mountains have endured, and still will when our footsteps are just echoes.

A Bit of the Blarney said...

Wonderful haiku! Thank you! Breathtaking photo, too! Have a grand weekend!

GPearson said...

I must come home. 💖