Standing On Top This Mountain

Never am I more myself

than when surrounded by sky

by water, by greens, browns and blues

when wind touches my skin

burns my cheeks and sun warmth

bathes my hair, dark hair

like forest earth

and when I stand atop

this sacred mountain

I see–I see.

Author: Darlene Franklin-Campbell

I am a poet, novelist and artist living in the Appalachian Foothills. I believe we are great spiritual beings on a journey through this physical realm. We are timeless entities stepped into time.

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