Fremont Peak

I once lived at the top of a mountain
Above the fog which billowed and shifted beneath my feet
Like the gently lapping waves of a great, white sea.
Other peaks poked through that vast ocean –
Isolated islands.
And the sky above was very clear and bright.

Unseen people below me looked up
And saw nothing but a flat, grey ceiling –
A fitting cover for a dreary world
Full of busy-ness and duty and
Feet planted firmly on the ground.
And beneath that grey, the California seasons
Pass by unnoticed in monotonous sameness.

But on the mountaintop, I watched the cycle of life –
The sight of the first glowing, translucent leaves of spring.
The hot, heavy scent of sage and dusty summer oak.
The whisperings and rustling of dying leaves.
And the delicate caress of the first snowflake on my cheek.

Every season
I climbed to the highest peak
And sat alone above the world
Silent and at peace.

—Joan Kerr

Joan Kerr

Joan Kerr

3 thoughts on “Fremont Peak

  1. Annis Cassells

    Lovely, Joan. I like your opening stanza and description. Then, these lines struck me:
    “A fitting cover for a dreary world
    Full of busy-ness and duty and
    Feet planted firmly on the ground.”
    How true it is we are too often too busy to experience nature and subtle changes. Thank you. xoA

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  2. Terry Redman

    Joan, I enjoyed this poem. There is something about solitude and peace that draws the soul. I liked the lines
    Every season
    I climbed to the highest peak
    And sat alone above the world
    Silent and at peace.
    Terry

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  3. La Verne Lovelady

    Ms. Kerr, I very much enjoyed “Fremont Peak,” —- both the physical “and” the metaphorical properties.
    Very nice!! Thanks for sharing. -ELL –

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