Up before sunrise I saw the alpenglow,
Upon the summits of the mountains
A long, long time ago.
The rising sun was at the mountains,
Which I stared from far away
It reminded me of colored fountains.
After sunrise I watched the falling snow,
The mountaintops were illuminated
And again I saw the alpenglow.
There were traces of the color of goldenrod,
The mountaintops were bathed
It was a terrestrial manifestation by God.
Randy L. McClave
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