The Marble Mountains

I have seen where waters seep
From the cracks in the rock
High upon the mountainside
With no meadow to give forth

Where the early morning light
Kind from a chill autumn morn
Shines golden upon the canyon walls
Lighting high mountain lanterns in the pines

Sun plumped pine cones glowing
Gemstones of dragon fire in the dew
Sparkling new brilliance ringing the marble halls
As the fiddles tenderly echo their serenades

Folded forested mountain canyons
Radiate outward towards the horizons
Like emerald curtains hanging at rest
Above the lands of the sawyers' gold

Folds from plates crashing below
And waters running tirelessly above
Creases as random as crumpled up paper
Tossed upon the earth with disregard

Waters springing from crystal fountains
Mystical in their origins and place
Or held in lush adorning meadows
Slow to trickle down the slopes

Relief still given after long summer's gone
Kept safe and cool for these dry times
Life bestowed in wilderness depths
To keep the impurities at bay

Islands of gleaming white stone
Resting upon an endless sea of green
The Marbles and the Trinitys
Where rivers are forged in the sun

I think back to them on occasion
Jeweled pools in emerald crags
Cool and green mossed in the shade
Refreshing to say the least