Summit Satin Nights

~ Buckhorn Wilderness ~
July 2000

Ken James McLeod

Buckhorn Wilderness Morn © Ken James McLeod

Alone on this mountain top I camp this night,
     Beneath the moon and stars shinning ever so bright.
Below are the clouds resembling giant pillows,
     Where peaks are tiny islands in seas being blown by bellows.

' Tis only the rustle of the wind I hear,
     High above the cold-blue glacier ice I fear.
And now my slumber turns to blur,
     Aloof from the world, Oh how obscure.

From out of the east glorious colors of sunrise,
     Behold dawn and earth birth . . . how radiant the skies.
And Lo I come to realize that heaven and earth are linked,
     Created by God's mighty hand dipped in ink . . . .

KJM

(McPilchuck)

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