North Carolina Mountains

Over the mountains, where silence grows wide,
The wind learns the language the pine trees confide.
Clouds brush the ridges in soft drifting lace,
And daylight dissolves into cool, open space.

Over the mountains, the rivers unwind,
Carving old stories the rocks left behind.
Echoes remember what time tried to hide—
Footsteps and dreams on the far canyon side.

Over the mountains, the stars come alive,
Spilling like silver where dark skies arrive.
And something within you begins to feel free,
As distant horizons call endlessly.

Sometimes escaping to the mountains is all you need to reset

Happy Friday WNC!

Graveyard Fields

This will never get old

Another beautiful evening in the mountins

May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields,And until we meet again
May God hold you in the palm of His hand

Morning slips softly
through blue Appalachian folds,
and the sun—
slow as an old story—
comes peaking over the mountains.

Mist drifts in the hollows
like breath from sleeping earth.
Pines stand listening.
Rivers carry yesterday away
stone by stone.

A hawk circles the waking valley,
silent except for wind,
while porch lights blink out
one by one
in the towns below.

The mountains do not hurry.
They have watched centuries
arrive in thunder
and leave in silence.

Still, every dawn
they lift the light again,
offering gold to the ridgelines
as if hope itself
were rising over them.

Beautiful birds of NC

Good Morning WNC!