Unto the Hills

Through hazy morning mist the hills appear With promise of their grandeur and their strength, As though 'twas they who pushed the fog away Into the radiance of another day. At midday the translucent sky above Seemed like a painted scene, until at length White soft-spun clouds amassing high and deep Threw woodcut shadows down the mountain steep. And stronger still the giant hills stand forth When sunset's ruby glow alights the sky, In silhouette their greatness reappears As dark against the gold birds homeward fly.