My Mountain Stream 

Stand near a stream 

Watch the waters gleam.

Rippling by 

Babbling sighs.

Soft soil gently holds bare feet 

Along with dampness and peat.

Here up high the scents never hurt 

I even enjoy the mountain dirt.

Gentle breeze

Swaying pine trees.

A mild wind suggestion

Adds to this gorgeous procession.

The sun warms you all about 

From the inside and out.

The waters, ice cold to the touch 

As the snowmelt does this much.

Crisp, clear, and crystal clean

Juxtaposed to waters of home, quite obscene.

A gull flies by, a gentle wish 

To spot the largest swimming fish.

The sky is blue with no rain in sight 

This day, my little refuge, until a night..

-AAA 08/27/2024