Beacon Poetry Clouds hang among the mountain tops Desperate to quell this need I have lost track of the days The aspens glow golden in the morning light I long for them to be a beacon Share this:Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related