Tall days waltzing

Sharing tall days in the long grass
Miles walking, waltzing a swag along
Tracks and trails spun along valleys along
mountainsides their ridges, feet tempered
To uneven dirt amongst forgotten rock surfaces
In between fringing follies to towering forests
Each stop to pause for a day and a night
Home on a wandering road is what it sang
Places where each night sky journeyed slow
Forgotten by the moon until its time came
Three nights each month, trekking by her
Light, navigating by companion stars
Coursing through an arching abundant way
Above, to then walk into cascading honey light
Breaking across lines drawn by a cold inky blue
Coming to rest above a mountain water’s race
To out maneuver gravity’s tumble where tall
Grasses push back, until time slips to head out
Turning to a molasses fading sun when all falls
Inky blue again, as voices, songs, whistled tunes of
Ghosts, fill a night’s bite, its chills winding through
Wild deserted unmarked roads, a lost high country
Waltzing across vast days, each mile a story written.

6 responses to “Tall days waltzing

  1. Beautiful, I loved this part especially:”Breaking across lines drawn by a cold inky blue
    Coming to rest above a mountain water’s race
    To out maneuver gravity’s tumble where tall
    Grasses push back, until time slips to head out
    Turning to a molasses fading sun when all falls”

    • A tale of watching flooding mountain waters find their differences between seasons in change as the water guilds between blackness and its blues.

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