Spring On The Mountain

quatrain,

From a lofty height

That first day of spring

That mountain side seemed

To be filled with green

 

Interspersed with dead

Of those decideous trees

The pines shone forth

The shiny, waxy leaves

 

Soon ten shades of green

Mingled with the white blossoms

Of the Dogwoods of April

Come to the mountain

 

Come to the mountain

In April, meet me there

We can shae the spring

Where lovers hearts sing

Author's Note

After a brief visit to Downell Knob at Warm Springs Ga...We had visited a member of our church who is dying from Melanoma

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[An owl on the moon]

There is a beautiful music that plays through your words, and your note brings a painful depth to the scene. Thank you for sharing the lifting life of the world and its inspiration, even in that difficult time.