always loved winter stars
in winter skies in clear sky
Southern Alps mountains
watching stars silent
until cold bite
chills shaking
climbed
high into mountains
found
a smoother place
to sleep on a riverbed edge
laid down to sleep
in a sleeping bag
under passing stars
trying to stay awake
for hours watching stars
run in ink black sky
just overhead until sleep
claimed night star watching soul
waking late in hot summer morning
in the stillness alone as summer
river streams past whispers
waters crystal clear golden secrets
embedded high mountain memories
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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