The rocks are tall

mounds rising above

the fields and glades

commanding views unobstructed

Morning sky lightly clouded

with sun behind, shining through

A warm, gentle breeze through

leafing trees, branches waving

concealing the many birds

We did not see them

but they were there

moments before we arrived

walking a newly snow covered trail

Years and years ago

I fell in love

not with a person

with a skill

that few still have

He sits atop the rock,

his throne, perhaps

surveying the land around

his domain, he is the king