Saturday, November 18, 2006

Gray Mountains

Scuttled clouds top thr green-grey horizon,
pale grey shielding
slivers of paler blue.
Thus returneth I to my beloved, my life, Adirondack,
streaming water like tears,
as she prepares to settle into winter's long night,
snow, beautiful white, on her placid brow.

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