My mountain

A breeze,

soft as a kiss as it blows over

a creek, that brushes over small stones

that it tries to hide in it's sweater of trees.

You stand tall, reaching high to the sky.

Snow tops, remind me,

of your age transforming

from new to old.

Author's Note

This is an old piece of mine. I open for suggestions to change.

Reviews

[lee von cleef]

Sweater of trees, use more of these, great!

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Exactly what I feel when I go to the mountain. This touches my heart in the bestest ways! 100/100

[koty bell]

wow great poem i enjoyed this one

[PaleWriter]

Clever, with great metaphors. Really well done.

[J.S. Pua]

yeah..
nice..
this one's creative:
"it's sweater of trees"
good work..

[A. K. MAXIMILIEN]

"Its sweater of trees" one of the most beautiful expressions I've read :)

[gomjordan23]

simple enough but well expressed, nice work...i'm a little confused by the 2nd to last line tho. the part about "you age transforming" is that a typo or am I just reading it wrong?

[Rosie E C…]

Wow this is truly amazing. Describing someone like a mountain can symbolise a lot of things. I don't really know how you want the reader to see this person as. But I see people described as mountains sometimes as obstacles to overcome or someone who has there head held high and looks down at people like insects. But yet again this write is remarkable