Ancestral

That dream came alive in snowcapped peaks

flowing like a thousand whispered secrets

its laughter gently echoing off the slopes

down into the valley

Still it speaks in woodland tongues

descended from the mountains, ancestor of the sea

witness to the open sky above

that holds in weary arms the light of distant worlds

and all the voices it will never hear

Down beneath branches dancing in the breath of autumn

lay the quiet few who gaze into blackness

around and above but kept at bay

by the light they hold within

Got to go camping this weekend. A brief reprieve from the world. Now, back at it.

Photo by Harrison Candlin from Pexels

4 thoughts on “Ancestral

  1. Mitch this is so lovely. The imagery is so intriguing, great writing my friend. I bet camping helped to inspire this beautiful piece.

    “Still it speaks in woodland tongues

    descended from the mountains, ancestor of the sea

    witness to the open sky above”

    Gorgeous lines. Have an amazing week my friend. Love ❤️ Joni
    PS hope the smoke stays better.

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  2. This is beautiful. I’ve missed reading your work over the last couple of months!
    Hope you had a wonderful time camping. Being out in nature really helps soothe the soul, calm the body and awaken the imagination.

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  3. Pingback: Ancestral — The Light is On (Reblog) – The Midlode Mercury

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