Come, and let’s climb to the vanilla peak
Of a chocolate and strawberry mountain;
A scattering of clouds and dreams a-swirl
In a fiery sky, soaring Night Hawks speak!
Heralds night-fall, when sun is forgotten;
Moon-lit, twinkling starry worlds unfurl;
Mirror tempers light, illumination weak;
Ebony shadows blanketing the mountain;
Stage is set for lone coyote’s howl to curl!
A quintessential silhouette, painters seek
In creating southwestern lore’s fountain,
Of youth and mystery; paint brush whirl!
To capture the dawn’s first light to peek;
Redeem day from night, lift black curtain!
A Neapolitan world reborn; Desert pearl!
Opalescent dust sun-baths; light to tweak
In visual display, desert Eden is begotten!
Scattered dream clouds and a sun-lit twirl,
Sets fire to red clay alkaline vanilla peak;
Joy, a cherry atop a Neapolitan mountain!
joyindestructible 
A beautiful description of God’s creation
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Inspired by a sweet memory of when my children were little and they came up with the description “Neapolitan Mountain
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I see! I was wondering if you recently were on a mountain trip.
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Only, in my heart. It has to be at least, 75 degrees before I can be outside. It’s cool in the SW this winter.:0)Writing about being out helps me feel better.
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Inspired by a sweet memory of my children when they were little and they came up with the term “Neapolitan Mountain”.:0)
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Pam!
Congratulations on this Poetry.
Let 2016 bring more from YOU.
Shiva
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Thank you, Shiva. Blessing to you and yours for a happy 2016.
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I like the thought of joy as the “cherry on top” 🙂 ♥ ❤
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I had a lot of fun with this one. Thank you for reading and commenting. God bless.:0)
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