from my soft perch of mossy green
between tangled roots of Tannenbaum
I hear faint clanging sounds
wafting white clouds
seem to bear the gift
of many-timbred bells
phantom cattle
grazing veiled and distant slopes?
perhaps…
multitudes of splashing rivulets
wend through tumbled rocks
their trickling treble clear
above an ever-present muffled bass:
unfathomed gallons of powerful turquoise white
roaring down the worn and narrow gorge
I left behind some time ago
broad-leafed ground creepers
glisten and bob in gentle rain;
a broken beech and twisted conifer
intimately embrace
water droplets fall from drooping needles
to splat
on blatt of beech below
no animal stirs
although I wait
just one fast darting bird
an insect eater
yellow belly
green wings (?)
chirrups
then flits up-stream
surprisingly
no sight nor sound of other wanderers
reaches my hidden haven
of damp
and raucous
silence
peripatetic musings 
I especially like
“…my hidden haven
of damp
and raucous
silence”
I spent a lot of time in such surroundings when I lived in Germany and Austria – your pictures really capture the essence of those mountains, those rocks and take me back there. Thank you!
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