Mountain Meets It's Match

Photograph by, Steve Grodin, photopatron.com


Old man mountain's red rippled nose rises from the lake valley floor
The tears have run and when the days are quite done
The water cuts his deep aged face then fills the lake with anguish
The sadness it holds is reflected twice fold, a double sad expression of anger

Marauding mist mingles amongst the fir studded forest
Creeping gently along, warming, mist rising like spirits leaving the earth
Spirits transporting the misguided emotions up in to the heavens
Clearly cleansing the weary water all the while easing its pain

Mountain's cousins lay strewn beside the canyons in between
Stressed surfaces as telling and terrible as an old skeleton
Rasped ridges protruding pinnacles and points
Water working it's weight, waging a battle to deconstruct

Mister mountain lay here for ten thousands of years
All the while he's been watching and waiting
The damage to his kin happens over and over again
And unjust the tears trail his face and erode him

 ~Andrew

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