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Spring Morning, Summer Night
Evenly
fog parts and
you are again lovely
as a fresh
hill lady is.
High mountains
we hear you
over our lake fireworks.
How welcome!
Poems on the topic: mountains
Poems on the topic “mountains” on Poets.by.
Winter Nocturne
This is still unbroken country: granite
that buckled a million eons ago,
diorite boulders, manzanita—and coyote,
as lean and sharp as death itself.
I think of the ridge in darkness where
ponderosa pines creak like beams
of sunken ships. If you think about
a slab of slate beneath the snow,
you are glad to be in bed,
three blankets toward sleep.
It can be that simple.
A winter night in the hills allows
the luxury of plain choices,
whether to freeze or not.
Out there the bear’s brain sleeps.
A coyote cries like a victim.
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