Crests Of Blue Poem by Carole Cookie Arnold

Looking, as I stood on a Hugh flat rock
Upon white crested blue ridge mountains
Scanning all its majesty one takes stock
Of flawless sights that nature maintains.

On a cliff below a curled horned buck
Head erect as if listening for danger
Aromatic scents of pine and honeysuckle
Overhead two towers house the rangers.

Fall bursting in a splendor of color
Orange, red and yellows flow unbridled
Pines reaching surpassing all others
Brilliant colors capture every title.

Migrating geese fly south for winter
Animals dig deep preparing for sleep
Unlike us, their habits seem simpler
Below a large willow droops and weeps.

Skyward the sun is radiant and warm
Lowering my eyes as I turned to leave
A portrait in my mind started to form
Casting a spell as a picture did weave.

Copyright©2006 Carole Cookie Arnold