Terry D. Sutherland

MOUNTAIN MORNING

Maroon Bells at Sunrise: Aspen, ColoradoPinks and blues the painted sky
Above a majestic lake
Clouds floating miles high
Like cushions at heaven’s gate

Walking alpine mountain paths
The scent of Scotch pine in the air
Watching beavers morning baths
And the mule deer browse in pairs

The crispness of the morning air
The dampness of the ground
Solitude not ours to share
What a paradise we have found

The wild trout finds a cadis hatch
And the loon echoes a lonesome cry
The brown bear with her catch
Watched by the magpie in a tree nearby

The morning lake laps against the shore
And drift wood bobs and weaves
Only nature’s sounds and nothing more
And the majesty in all we see