first glimpse of mountains
smudged above weary plains; my
heart set to skipping
flat in illinois
massed thunderheads awak’ning
first glimpse of mountains
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Another poem and more explication here.
first glimpse of mountains
smudged above weary plains; my
heart set to skipping
flat in illinois
massed thunderheads awak’ning
first glimpse of mountains
____________
Another poem and more explication here.
the clouds hang silent
ensconcing wood and village
a mountain monsoon
within the dimness,
a cicada cries, lonely
like the call to prayer
outside dripping dark;
inside our ovaltine and
braving of cold sheets
bright fog after rain;
we stand on the bridge watching
the cataract roar
