knittingknots (knittingknots) wrote,
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Poem: Summer Mountains

Just thinking about fire season...


Ah, mountains,
how you brown in the summer afternoon,
the last of spring’s green
curing blond.

Soon,
as the thunder comes crashing by
and the lightning dances
across your brown skin,
the fire roses will bloom,
and the smoke will encircle you like a veil.

Will I see you this summer,
burning at night
in your red and gold jewels?

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