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

Evening Rains: Lune Series

Gentle rain falls

Soft mist refreshes everything, alive

With cool water.

Grass, trees, plants

Drink the fresh crystalline waters

Quenching all thirsts.

A distant flash

I can’t hear thunder yet

But it’s coming.

Storm clouds gather

The sky now looks orange

More lightning flashes.

The storm arrives

As the rain picks up

Now a downpour.

Taps away steadily

Against my bedroom window pane

Which relaxes me.

A sudden flash

Followed by crashes of thunder

And rushing wind.

Steady rain continues

The storm then eases up

Much softer now.

Closing my eyes

The gentle rain coaxes me

To needed rest.

Soft gentle blackness

Raindrops accompany me to bliss

Sleep and dreams…

-AAA 07/22/2024