togetherness on mountain path
we spend our summers in a tent
in rain and sunshine, lacking bath
on roads less walked, on steep ascents
some days the walk’s a rough torment
togetherness on mountain path
we share the road without lament
through hail and storms, in heaven’s wrath
but when we reach the highest pass
the skies are blue, we’ll soon descent
togetherness on mountain path
in blissful nights we are content
and afterwards, a summer’s spent
we’ll wait another year, alas
before again we’re here content
togetherness on mountain path
Picture taken in Sarek, Northern Sweden last summer.
For Imaginary gardens with real toads we write Quaterns today. My choice was to do it with both rhymes and iambs, just because I like it.
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February 15, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
What an adventure – to be together on mountain path and see the highest pass ~ such bliss on summer nights ~
Lovely work on the quatern & rhyming verses Bjorn ~ Happy weekend ~
very nice. What a pretty place.
Lovely and beautiful scene.
Songs of the sourdough. Reminds me of Robert SErvice and his poems of the Yukon.
How nice – to share nature beauty with friends despite weather rain and cold~ nice quatern poem, love the rhythm and refrain, Bjorn – you always good at rhymes!
the lif of path too just like this…….
to share such a journey together…a summer…living on the land…taking those mountains…in the hard times…and enjoying the beauty of it all…that would be pretty amazing.
I don’t know how you did it but I really felt the sense of climbing the mountain and descending again. Perhaps it is the effect of the moving line of the quatern that has achieved this effect. Very well done.
A wonderful picture of a lovely relationship.
Loved your quatern, the refrain is so beautiful placed, compliments the imagery in every verse. Long time since I tried this poetry form.
You almost make me want to go camping . . . almost. Beautifully written, one of my favorites.
I just love this one, Bjorn–the outdoors, the mountain, the way the air is different up there, and all the little privations, the sore back and ‘lack of bath,’ that are nothing compared to the content the process of shedding the everyday brings. Really nice use of the form, as Kerry notes, as well, for that up and down feel.
To be wild in the peaks and see the entire universe of blue before descending once again–it is summer high! And the meter, rhyme, refrain all helped me feel on the limb too.
on the Climb … not on a limb at all
nice. i really think “lacking bath” adds something tangible to this… makes it very real.
Sounds like you have “been there, done that” and I enjoy the fact that nature often draws from us different emotions. Nicely penned and use of rhythm and rhyme.
Excellent!