Dateless

Dates mean nothing. The poems are just ordered as I please. I believe I still have a mostly accurate account of dates elsewhere.

Thursday, June 8, 2023

"Mountain mists"

Mountain mists

The swirling mountain mists enshroud the quiet majesty

Enclosing all the trails and joy of pomp and pageantry

The solemn vows are hidden 'neath the cap of each dewdrop

The pinnacle revealed in light as mists depart the top

The rumble of the mountain can be heard both far and wide

The pain of rocky remnants tumble down the mountainside

The tumble scatters risks down on the trails on which we ride

No shelter can be taken with no place in which to hide

The mist in mountain's shadow cloaks the rumbles deep inside


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