two songs written on a mountain

night falls 
and caterpillar rain 
sings in the darkness 
above me 
beneath me the ground swells up in sweet fatique 
and sighs 
a song drifts off asleep and dies 
the branches now must bear the weight of birddreams

the sun is shy 
at first 
faint in the sky 
then louder it lights uo the meadows of flowers 
where butterflies fly 
and get drunk

--1974, Harriman State Park, New York

© Arenson Paul 2016