The mountains where I live
lift the heavens
with quiet strength.
This morning, driving
down the country road,
I saw a slow drift of cloud
wrap its silky hands—
glide like a shadow
above the tree canopy,
unfurl a million beads
into the green leaves
of towering trees
and the blades of dew-laced grass,
until the whole mountain stood
clothed in white,
breathing the mystic scent of heaven.
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Author:
rrodriguez (
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- Comment from author about the poem: After all the rain we got this past week, the fog moved in to display its beauty.
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So beautiful, wo identifiable, I look out my mountain cabin window to see the same. The breathing of nature on a mountain side. Loved it
Indeed! I know we share the beauty of living among nature. Thank you for reading my poem and commenting on it. Much appreciated!
You are most welcome
Beautiful
Thank you!
You're welcome
What a beautiful, vivid description of a cloud descended to earth. I've seen this a few times on an early morning walk, and I share your enamor of it. Lovely write!
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