Mountain in West Virginia
On the lone mountain
there is only sky above,
and rock below
my hands
and climbing feet
and far below is the forest
its shadows and soft trees
like clouds, like waves moving
with the hot wind from the valleys
rising up the hills with voices
of old lusts old dreams
old terrors
but somewhere
in the forest the lichen
is green--the creek wet
and cold
but somewhere
in the forest the lichen
is green--the creek wet
and cold
1 comment:
Very beautiful John. Gentle, quiet. Lyrical yet deeply simple. Thank you.
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