Barry Middleton

The Peak - Poem by Barry Middleton

In a mountain meadow,
water flows from a rock.

Moss is green and thick
beside the Rhododendron.

As I reach the rocky peak
I gaze across the valley.

Fog rolls down the slope
to mark the time to go.

My camp is far below.
It welcomes me at sunset.

The rushing of the spring
soothes my fretful night.

The crackle of the fire
warms my secret dream.

Topic(s) of this poem: moments, mountains

Comments about The Peak by Barry Middleton

  • Pamela Sinicrope (5/22/2017 8:19:00 AM)

    Another beautiful imagistic and comforting poem. I imagine the view atop the tallest mountain. The last 4 lines pull in not only image, but the sounds of a rushing creak and a crackling fire. A crackling fire is really a soothing and comforting image...pulls at the roots of our being and existence. Well conceived. Thanks for sharing Barry. Maybe we could include this one too? (Report) Reply

    Barry Middleton (5/22/2017 9:47:00 AM)

    Thanks Pamela. Feel free to include any of my work. Glad you like this one

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 28, 2016

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