Marjorie Allan Seiffert: Mountain Trails

Fotos: Peggy und Torsten Richter, Routeburn Track, New Zealand

Southern Alps

Night stands in the valley

Her head

Is bound with stars,

While Dawn, a grey-eyed nun

Steals through the silent trees.

Behind the mountains

Morning shouts and sings

And dances upward.

Above the tree line

The peaks even today show finger prints

Where God last touched the earth

Before he set it joyously in space

Finding it good.

Erland Falls

You, slender shining–

You, downward leaping–

Born from silent snow

To drown at last in the blue silent

Mountain lake–

You are not snow or water,

You are only a silver spirit

Singing!

Mountain Trail

Sharp crags of granite,

Pointing, threatening,

Thrust fiercely up at me;

And near the edge, their menace

Would whirl me down.

Lake McKenzie

Climbing desperately toward the heights

I glance in terror behind me

To be deafened–to be shattered–

By a thunderbolt of beauty.

Hollyford Valley

The mountains hold communion;

They are priests, silent and austere,

They have come together

In a secret place

With unbowed heads.

Harris Saddle

This hidden lake

Is a sapphire cup–

An offering clearer than wine,

Colder than tears.

The mountains hold it toward the sky

In silence.

Lake Harris

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7 thoughts on “Marjorie Allan Seiffert: Mountain Trails

    1. Danke Dir. Ich glaube Marjorie ist eher in den Staaten gewandert, dort gibt es ja auch tolle Berge. Ich bin eigentlich eher zufaellig auf das Gedicht gestossen. Ich kannte die Dichterin vorher nicht, aber ich fand es ganz passend. Liebe Gruesse, Peggy

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