Narrative Poem

Mountains

Snow capped peaks, emerald green pines

The quiet snow falling, wind blowing, 

rustling the tree branches, blowing snow to the ground.

My body feels like 7 am, after a long nights sleep.

The lightly falling snow leaves a smell of crisp fresh air, like a new day, a new start.

 I sit alone in the silent peaceful mountain atmosphere.

In a cozy log cabin, I sip steaming hot cocoa looking out at the world in front of me.

Mountains

Racing down the mountain, feeling free and relaxed.

The crisp, clear sound of my skiis 

brushing the snow aside.

My body feels like 1 in the morning, after no sleep, so tired that I'm more awake than ever. 

The snow piling up around me, smelling fresh and crisp.

People all around me plowing down the mountain, feeling as free and happy as I do.

The mountains, my home, my happiness.  

Green

Bright green

Like a crisp, fresh, juicy granny smith apple.

Like summertime.

Light hair, dark skin, refreshing water, hot sun.

A green that wakes you up,

Opens your mind,

Refreshes your eyes.

The kind of green a teenage girl paints her bedroom walls. 

The kind of green that covers floral patterned beach towels.

The kind of green that reminds you of a sour lime. 

The kind of green you see that brings back memories of childhood summertime days spent outside,

 at the pool, in the water all day long, 

The kind of green that makes you feel like a kid again. 

My Inner Poet

My inner poet is a flower waiting to bloom,

A ship waiting to set sail

My inner poet feels eager and anxious, like a runner waiting to run their most important race

My inner poet was born into gentle arms, long ago-and still growing

My inner poet sees opportunity, sees joy, sees pain, hurt and love

My inner poet lives in the depths of my heart, beneath all of my pain and sorrow

My inner poet exists to reveal the true feelings of my heart.