Posted in Poems - A Collection of Expressions

Dweller on the Hilltop

Out of breath I rise

The hilltop beckons

Warmth ‘neath open skies.


Curious whispers sound

Brushing close, playful

Silent laughter personified.


I catch my breath

It is given to me

An offering pure and light.


Strong I stand

Buffeted about within

A euphoric rush of senses.


© Ruth P. – 2016

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An avid reader, thinker, daydreamer and listener. I like black cats and warm rain and fast cars. And oh yes, I quite like to write too!!

6 thoughts on “Dweller on the Hilltop

      1. Ah, I don’t like heights much myself. However, where man-made heights make me dizzy, nature’s heights fill me with joy. And so, for the giddiness of playing with a being as free as the wind, I would climb many rocks. And I would be glad of the company. 🙂


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