Mountain Dawn

Mountain Dawn

A Poem by hoyt

inspired by the morning in the great smoky mountains


Mountain Dawn

In stillness, the dawn now stirring,
the sun’s golden rays sift through the sky
like a child’s fingers slowly rising through sand.
Darkness fades
as the light takes its place,
  night yielding it’s slumber
to the dance that is day.
And in this radiant dance,
rising in statuesque splendor,
The mountain peaks.
Their silhouette caressing the heavens,
as the heavens lay upon them
in an intimate embrace.

Heaven and earth,
like familiar lovers, desiring one another.
surrounded by pillows of cloud and satin mist;
 distant music of flowing streams,
their hypnotic rhythm,  joined by sounds of life
roused in the forests,
and awakened birds singing their songs;
Leaves decked in dewdrops sparkling like diamonds
with the morning light showing their sparkle.

The breeze in these treetops,
angels breath lifting eagles wings,
tingling each face brushed by its touch.

The lovers embraced,
the clouds gently rise in the valleys,
nestling the limbs of the trees,
              like fingers tenderly entwined.

In awe, I watch this mountain sunrise,
I stand,
            I smile ,
                    My soul,
                                their child,

While heaven and earth hold hands.


© 2018 hoyt

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what a beautiful peice, almost takes me there.

Posted 7 Years Ago

This is absolutely what I am looking for. The picture you created was splendid. Utterly breathtaking. And just with words! Imagine... do you paint?
I loved every part of this poem. Simple words, but very vivid, rich imagery. Thank you for participating in my contest =]

Posted 8 Years Ago

Wow what a splendid piece... the way you captured the beauty of the mountains in to words is phenomenal... A truly wonderful write.

Posted 8 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is a wonderful piece! I remember, as a kid, sitting in a cold, blue tinted valley watching the first rays of the sun slowly sweep out the night. This poem really depicts the dance perfectly; thank you for posting.

Posted 8 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I grew up near the Sierra's in California and simply love the mountains. Here you paint such images of their beauty and majesty through your words, and the last phrase is simply perfect. Wonderful write!

Posted 8 Years Ago

I speak as a fellow hiker of the Eastern Mountains... there is nothing quite like ethereal dawn over a mountain ridge, as the rivers catch fire and the morning inversion turns the peaks into islands in a sea of clouds and fog. I have never felt so close to my Creator as I have while standing on a mountain top during the 'tween times. Yes, our souls really are children of the earth, and mountains always seem to want to make mine come out and play. I sense it is the same for you! Wonderful write, and a perfect way to start my day today.

Posted 8 Years Ago

For someone like me who has never been to the mountains, I just was there. Your imagary was beautific and your words just transport the reader to a front seat view. This is a wonderful poem Hoyt, simply wonderful. "While heaven and earth hold hands"- Perfect closing line!


Posted 8 Years Ago

This definitely takes me back to the last time I was in the smokey mountains! I was near Gatlinburg as a friend of mine and I watched the sun rise. You captured the moment perfectly I would say! I loved how you said "the sun's golden rays sift through the sky like a child's fingers slowly rising through sand."

Posted 8 Years Ago

Very Lovely great way to bring the day to wake LO
..The breeze in these treetops, angels breath lifting eagles wings, tingling each face brushed by its touch...
This was one of my favorite lines

Posted 9 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Last Updated on August 20, 2018



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