Damn ... free verse and I actually liked it! You've poisoned my mind.
Along the summit trail, lithe early morn
When sunlight slumbers still,
I float with halting gait through dreamèd grove
Where beauty thought entrains.
Great stanza. "Lithe" is a good word. Nice alliteration in line 2. "dreamed" ... accents really matter :-) - it turns it into perfect iambic pentameter, and a beautiful line.
Perhaps the gap between could live with wings,
And I its feathering scribe—
Bestow upon our land a yearning verse
To bridge the heart between.
I really like the phrase "yearning verse" ... especially coming from a "feathering scribe."
Ethereal.
Nice job, indeed.
Quill