Here is a poem I wrote after seeing Hallstatt in Austria. The beauty of Austria was stunning and truly left an impression on me.
By K Marie
Meadows near the mountains,
shrouded with sweet wild flowers,
sleeping soundly in the setting sun,
Their lullaby is the distant sounds,
of gentle chimes and bells.
Sitting at a small, rusted table,
in an open air café along the,
Cautiously sip with pursed lips,
scalding, black coffee.
Dinner of fresh, flaky trout,
caught In Lake Hallstatt,
Paired with parsley potatoes.
I tare with my teeth pieces of,
a salted pretzel roll and a landjager.
Townspeople bustle about,
packing away woodwork, polished stones,
closing their shops of different trades.
Warm light begins to pour through,
cozy alpine cottages.
Over jagged, majestic peaks,
the sun paints in the sky,
plum and rose dancing,
dressed only in a delicate mesh.
It is lace made of white clouds.
I see, taste, and hear beauty.
A place as sweet as honey.
I feel comfort. I feel loved.
I feel close to my Lord, to my God.
Featured Photo Attribution: “Hallstatt, Austria,” by Kevin Poh licensed by CC by 2.0