My Mountains Wear A Tutu

My mountains wear a tutu,

And appear to be waiting to dance,

I am staring out my window and admiring,

Quite mesmerized, as if in a trance...

My Mountains Wear a Tutu

My mountains wear a tutu,

And appear to be waiting to dance,

I am staring out my window and admiring,

Quite mesmerized, as if in a trance.

Majestic, tall and proud,

Stand the mountains in my view,

The ever-changing giants,

That I appreciate each day anew.

They change their attire,

They change their colours and their hues,

At this time of the year,

They wear snow and cloud tutus.

I sit here and watch them,

Ever-changing in the light,

I watch them change their ballerina attire,

As the winds blow left to right.

I feel truly blessed,

To gaze at this fabulous view,

It’s like tickets to Nature’s concert,

A show that daily feels like a debut.

Even as I’ve written here,

This appreciative little verse,

The mountains have changed again,

Because the weather is so diverse.

My mountains now wear hats,

Fluffy cloud masses in white,

And the cloud tutus are disappearing,

In the warming, morning light.

Always, I appreciate this view,

As I welcome in each new day,

And I feel truly blessed,

To gratefully wake up this way.

by Lise Parton