The Alps At Night

walking..

the ribs of falling night

cold flints of Autumn,a dark curtain

                 creating two rooms

nameless stumps of broken teeth,

melted to the white rock jaw

                 heavy as the light is bad,

the path a black swan`s neck

tubular and serrated,

                 a tunnel of guarding pines

and the tree line that grabs the swallowed sun,

a tense spring under the forest floor;

                 pushing me along,

the air as quiet as a stone`s face

the half silence of a broken bell

                 leaves moving with half life

So all light has fled into the sky ;

just the small spots of dropped stars

                a road down the distant valley. 

Reviews

[shallimarRose]

oh my goodness this is amazing. The flow & feel is good. The metaphor is outstanding..I could not even find a favorite line because I love it all.. I am glad I saw this poem. Thank you for sharing your words..
shallimarRose

[It's Me, The Miracle]

A real poem with brilliant images. Hailing from the other end of the world, I never thought about this mountain....but now when I imagine a stroll through the tunnel of guarding pines, I am excited.....I loved the poem...a well written/pictured poem.....

[Coyote Song]

A very well crafted poem. The images are vivid, bringing the poem to life. I felt almost as if fI were there walking along.

[Kelly Scheppers]

It's poetry like this that feeds my soul. The cadence of your words simply leave me in awe. Wonderful poetry!

My best,
Kelly

[Sarah Jean]

Truly well done. Forces me to dwell on the beauty and power of words. Beautiful imagery and descriptions.

[Tina Kline]

Very creative!!! Such a brilliant poem with grand imagery. I enjoyed this very much. A walk through nature is always a glorious experience and your words capture that!!!!

[Coyote Poetry]

I was stationed in Germany for three years. I did a lot of hiking. I enjoyed the description. Good to be able to walk into nature's beauty. Few places in our world can equal the Alps. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

[emmajoy]

' the ribs of falling night .. .. '

How descriptive is that, and only one of the glorious phrases in this poem. I've read this over and over, rather like standing before a painting, able to see its various nuances. Travelling through, next to, a vast explanse of mountains give an overwhelming feeling of insignifcance somehow because the surroundings are near majestic. Wonderful , ' and the tree line that grabs the swallowed sun.. '

[prachi prangya agasti]

an awesome poem great play with words... liked it!!