Morning Mountain Meditations

The mountains appear before me as though battle weary soldiers walking out of the mist,
dawn paints her colours across the sky, blues making way to reds, oranges & golds,
as she chases away the black cloak of night.
Lines slowly become more distinct, the straight symmetry of man, the soft undulations of nature, a textured tapestry.
Moving lights become little toy cars, small things on a child’s play set.
With each passing moment the mountains change their hue, blushing like virgins at the day’s whispered advances.
Promises of glory, of fire, of gold…
Of admiration from the masses from below,
& above as helicopters beat their incantations on the brightening sky.


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