![]() Mountain RepastA Poem by DaveMountain Repast The mountain is draped in a fresh blanket of snow shining brightly. Above the brilliant blue of a late winter sky, with a gentle breeze moving ever so slightly the stately trees, their branches covered. Covered with hard frozen ice giving the illusion of thousands of blades reaching into the early morning sky, glittering in the sunlight. Burst of sun pierce the branches appearing as exploding fireworks. No sound, only the beauty of the colors they portray, God's painting. On lower slopes a herd of elk forage for food, contrasting the snow, nuzzling, kicking at the banks of white mounds, searching, searching. Finally they find their reward, tufts of green, they discover and share. Below a stream, not completely frozen, flows swiftly over the rocks. A steady cloud of what appears to be steam arises from the water. The water rushes on endlessly, fed by the fresh, but melting snow. Soon the ice will be gone from the trees, the snow will be melted. Spring will be soon upon the mountain and new vistas will be seen.
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9 Reviews Added on January 24, 2019 Last Updated on April 16, 2019 AuthorDaveBridgewater, NJAboutDavid B. Pincus I am a retired teacher. I have taught in grades 5th-8th in New Jersey. I am married and have two grown daughters and four grandsons. I enjoy playing tennis and traveling. With m.. more..Writing
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