Morning in the Mountains

Morning in the Mountains

When the mists of night are rising
From the valleys to the hills
And the morning sun is shining
As the eagles take to wing,
Then the children wake from slumber
As the mother lights the fire—
And they rise from bed and shiver
As the birds of morning sing.

The peaks on high are glowing
And their colors change to white.
They shine as clouds surround them
And the shadows dance with light.
It is morning in the mountains
As the sun has chased the night.

2018 March 3rd, Sat.
Brooklyn, New York