Against the azure sky, I watched the clouds.
Bygone auroras’ cruciform above
Cold mountain peaks, and shimmering in kind,
Descending from a heaven long forgot.
Even so, white clouds approach along the peaks
From somewhere in the west. My view obscured,
Great Smokies fade into a veil of white,
Heavenly sun beams, prophesized in verse,
Ignore the gentle pleadings, and sublime,
Juxtaposed with frost’s elemental grasp.
Knowing how the winter speaks in touch,
Lowering my eyes, I find the grooved
Multitudinous valleys far below.
Near, as they are, to warmer, idle grounds,
Of course the lowlands clutch their autumn fires
Preoccupied, as if the coming mists,
Quick and threatening, wanted no concern.
Round the folded hills, the trees below
Still clutch their fragments of the autumn’s hues
Tightly, as though they were mere shards of summer
Unbroken yet, with everlasting warmth.
Vestigial summer dreams persist, but here
Wintery winds blow dauntless, and alight
Xeric crystals among the higher trees.
Yet, perhaps I can brave the cold air’s
Zenith here, and forge a summer dream as well.
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