How clear is the air found at a mountain's top,
And breathing this freshness, clarifies all things,
At such high altitude, oxygen can drop,
Then movement slow's, but thoughts fly swift on wings,
Letting the new adventurer explore,
A world that opens wide its magic doors.
Land of peak and valley, sea and shore.
Viewing all this, one's heart pulsates and soars,
Then a sense of peace, envelops the inner soul,
And lightness pervades, where heaviness has been,
Lifting the senses, raising them as a whole,
Introducing pure quietness, making one's life serene.
© Ernestine Northover
I do love the ocean so but there is something about mountain air and the pristine peace I find there... Thank you for sharing your lovely thoughts. Esther : ]
I tried to encapsulate these sentiments in 'A Vertical Haiku' Despite the liberty of extra space I feel you've done it far far better. Well done Tony
Ernestine, How many times have you been to a mountaintop and gazed on the surrounding world in all its glory.Stir's the mind clear'es the nasal passages and reminds you that it will take you 3 hours to get back to the road and its going dark already. All the best Sid John.xx
... and serenity you bring. A a moment's clarity, too. You have a way - can't quite put my finger on it - of drawing the reader into the atmosphere you depict right from the outset. A fine piece, as ever.
What a beautiful poem, you have captured the feeling perfectly. Andrew x
I am at peace once agin, reading this, Ern..You have beautifully captured the scene..I was refreshed..thanks, Ern, You made my day beautiful because of this write of yours, , love and hugs, Meggie
Beautifully encapsulated Ernestine - the clarity of this poem is quite stunning. i love the way you have managed to create a real sense of serenity. Warmest wishes, Justine.
Your pastel painting of the peaceful highlands brings the tranqullity to the endless travellers.Many thanks Erne.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Ernestine, this is so strange, just after I responded to Dee Daffodil on her poem 'The Rock', I see your great piece, if you see the comment I wrote on her piece you may agree as to why it was so strange This is wonderful, flying high so true,10! without fail, Love Duncan X