A Knoll next to Mirror Lake

The breeze has become enjoyable. This perch is sunlit, above our wonderfully descriptive campsite. Around me are the glacial rock, scrub, and in the distance ridges lay one on top of the other, in turns submissive to their neighbors and stalwartly powering through the push of a persistent sun, breaking its beam in places.

That pale orb, really more of a 99-pointed star, has tact enough to slide my zipper down to jacket's end. Even whilst completing this task it has not forgotten of the bits of mineral set into my rock and others. Each deserves a turn to shine, and each takes care to sleep. If they be fallen star, then I find no abnormality in their brethren's illumination.

I think I have missed the window in which birds burst from wily hideouts, unfurl banner wings and call to their world "I am here! Here I am! Let day break 'cross mine feather! Here I am!" This doesn't mean I have no ear for them now. Only that their song is turned industrious.

Tripmates scamper about, or so I believe, but for now every strand of grass and celestial leaf rounds about in the flowing air. When its time comes, one leaf detaches and soars this way and that, at length lighting, and restlessly, in the guardianship of a certain bit of mineral, until it picks up once more, and bounds for the next adventure.

Author's Note

Written September '12
The photo is mine; you can find more at kapiyva.deviantart.com

Reviews

[4$H]

Great, the phrasing and usage of words is good. The only piece of advice would be to work on a motive (for writing) and channel it through words.

[Different Wings]

Thanks. Motive? I'd love to but can you elaborate :) ?