short ritings from the mountains

high on the mountain
deep in the woods
peace frozen as the leaves


a flurry of snow falls
even as the leaves
rest in their peaceful sleep


butterflies lingering
over sweetness of color
adding life to flight


sunrise breaks on
silent sleeping flowers
turning to meet the day


sunset falls folding
petals hiding brightness
descending long darkness


flood water softly
caresses stones as a
maiden brushes her hair


spring rain quenches
the thirst of newborn
forest branches


the shades of mist
distance themselves
from our dark inner being


red as a poppy
bleeding love into
the heart of my life


dew christened wings
reach for the power of light
until life leaves forever


aging flesh slows
longing for solace
in a soft dark space


a single lonely cloud floats
in a sea of setting sun
reflecting upon itself


sunlight avoids the dark
floor of ancient hemlock
draping shades of death


stones of the ancient lake
form a cold resting place
for the dust of long dead


the small chipmunk with
the short tail greets the
late riser with a smile


two red squirrels converse
heatedly over a breakfast
of sunflower seeds


through the years
the dark window watches
longing for someone


rain high above the lake
drowning the beaver dam
water falls willingly


view from the bridge
wet rocks reflections
a golden club waves


a place for all seasons
warm wet cold ice
a tree steps into the lake


blue sky pink streams
black trees ride reflecting
blue lake pink streams


the oak tree swims
in early morning fog
silently moving


the happy faces
turn to the sunlight
smiling brightly


day falls to death
heads slowly turn
a drink of last light


a flurry of snow falls
even as the leaves
turn their skin into fire

aging flesh slows losing
functions searching for
solace in a soft dark space


cold flat gray sky above frozen
silver mirrored water reflecting
horizon trees fading into mist


frigid white softness falls
slowly highlights the woods
hiding the darkness of man


an arc of wings flying
in the leaden sky calling
toward the warmth of sun


one lonely white cloud
floats in a sea of sky
over a lake of blue ripples


a last red leaf hangs softly
by a strand of web in the center
of a bright golden afternoon


full cold moon rising on
purple ice naked skeleton
of trees black on glowing circle


full blue moon rises on
purple ice naked trees
black on glowing circle


the old house many lives
lived within twisting turning
out the final life


in the forest cold and dim
the quietness reflects peace
heard not on this earth


a glass of wine
cares of the world vanish
so do i


the end of spring
cherry trees shed pink streets
blossoms fall as colorful rain


in the spring the winter river
offers up a young man's
black and blue carcass


long darkness snakes
across frozen white water
the crocus breaks snow


darkness nears
tears run
perfect day


as the darkness nears
i have a heavy heart
the tears run
for no reason
except for a perfect day


the stream of piss
flowing from my body
was once wine for the soul


the wind on the mountain
whipping the forest into a frenzy
laying the elder trees to rest


having lighted rooms
inside my head
i open the window of life


light & life both fleeting
lingering before the world
a pure and endless ring


sunrise breaks on
silent sleeping flowers
turning to meet the day


refreshing golden light
streams through
the window of life


rising fresh light
streams through
the window of life


the flight
of light
& life


the noisy lovemaking
of the morning doves
crashes the silence of the pines


the rain leaps
out of the dark clouds
falling
with a sound and rhythm of purpose
to become as one with the river
flowing swiftly
to marry with the sea


©2007 Tony Anthony