Hedge of Mountains

A Poem By Bernadette // 1/19/2012

The winds were cold
From over mountains old
Where whistling stones were thrown
To rack the trees in forests dark

Moths were biting in the light
Of torches’ fire in the stark
When night was high upon the gale
White breath blowing in the hills

Shadows lay on backs of trees
Wither then many spread
and crossed the crooked stones
Which marked the winding road


"Moths were biting in the

"Moths were biting in the light"...... great line. Like a poem in itself. Actually I want to inscirbe that whole stanza on something.

Hannah W. | Thu, 01/19/2012


 This is beautiful, and paints a very vivid picture in my mind. :) 

Kyleigh | Sat, 01/21/2012


Beautiful, my dear! I loved the title! And I really loved the line about the moths..... wonderful!!!!!

Elizabeth | Sat, 01/21/2012


The Holy Spirit is the quiet guest of our soul." -St. Augustine