Life With Horace

poetry & essays

mountain mantle

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cloud blanket from the mountain top
reaches all the way down to me

gentle gray in ebbing light
enwraps the shoulders of my soul

the night and what awaits
are gone and I am hid

a shiver in response
at best cloud rain is gentle

settling on the skin
its spider weight unfelt until too late

deed done a feather light ganache of truth
glistens over every inch

just as tight shut childish eyes
imagine invisibility

this passage through no more than respite
as I emerge so does the world

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driving home last night after a day’s most welcome rain, at the last steep open hill, most of the mountain was hidden by clouds and mist, reaching low, a thrilling sight.

Author: Life With Horace

poetry & essays

2 thoughts on “mountain mantle

  1. COOL ! Had to re-read 2-3 xs before I understood …very nice work!

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  2. High praise coming from you. Many thanks.

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