While descending the mountain I reflected on the view. Distance is so difficult for me to grasp. The clear sky made it seem that I could reach out and touch the red farmhouse roof below. Yet I had miles and miles to go before returning to the train station in the valley.
Sometimes the cold mountain of winter feels like that to me, like a season of saddness stretching farther than I can see. My feet are heavy in step and the steps are far between. Then a tilt of light opens up a new view. The green valley returns and I hear the chorus of cow bells in the distance. A sound like the world has regained balance and I wish it to be true.
steep climber's view
after ascending through aches
frosted peaks layered
©Ali Grimshaw 2022
This photo taken on my way down Mount Wendelstein in the Bavarian Alps, South Germany. What a view.
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I think that cold mountain of winter is loosening its grip at the moment…
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Yes, spots of yellow have begun to appear.
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Truly beautiful Ali, as always such a joy to read poetry from you.
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Thank you kindly. Wishing you peace.
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I wish so too! Lovely poem, Ali.
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Thanks for letting me know this resonated with you. Stay safe
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What an amazing view and I join you in wishing that balance has been regained in the world.
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Thank you for reading.☮️
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you
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This is a great line, Ali!
-David
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David,
Thank you for reflecting back. Stay safe
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Then a tilt of light opens up a new view….
A sound like the world has regained balance and I wish it to be true.
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Kirsten,
Thank you for reflecting back the words that spoke most to you. Sending you love.
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