High Hopes


If I were a mountain,
I’d be rugged and tall
with my head in the clouds.
I’d be wild with rivers that whisper and roar;
I’d flourish with creatures,
forests, and storms. If I were a mountain,
my thunder would pound
hard as a hammer, crisp as the morn.
Come June, I’d flower
with poppy and glow. Come fall,
I’d showcase maple groves. I’d be orange and yellow,
red and bold. If I were a mountain,
I’d be capped in snow. I’d cradle a village
in a quaint meadow. I’d decorate Christmas
with evergreen spruce. If I were a mountain,
miners would sluice                                                                                                                                    their hopes and dreams from solitude.

From my upcoming book, The Wolf Pack Moon.   Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books®

6 thoughts on “High Hopes

  1. irinadim May 3, 2015 / 1:39 am

    After the romantic description of the mountain in each season, the last two poignant lines took me by surprise, bringing me to another reality. Beautiful poem. Wishing your upcoming book a lot of success! Thanks for liking my post. Cheers 🙂 Irina

    Liked by 1 person

    • richardrensberry May 6, 2015 / 3:52 pm

      I appreciate your feedback. Thanks for spending the time to read my work and for the good wishes. Ditto.

      Liked by 1 person

  2. Rellick May 1, 2015 / 1:00 am

    Thanks for the follow. I love your poem. It’s a beautiful dream. A dreamer myself. Looking forward to many more posts.

    Liked by 1 person

    • richardrensberry May 6, 2015 / 3:47 pm

      Thanks for coming to visit and leaving your comment. Yes, without our dreams what would there to be to look forward to?

      Liked by 1 person

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