Monday, October 14, 2013

Mt Rainier (Poem 195)

And, when you look south, 
past the maples' fading 
flames, whose colors burst 
and smolder with the sun, 
to where encroaching night, 
a violet mist, veils the blue 
that sparkled through the day, 
a ghostly presence moves 
behind the fog--broad, white 
shoulders draped with strands 
of gray. Mere apparition, 
better known by day, 
when, looming god-like, 
to the sky's great depths, 
it urges clouds to part,
and later, holding back
the crystal night--vast 
power, alchemically transformed
by twilight's indigo--
the ancient ruler of this
wild domain rests not,
nor threatens yet the souls
swimming through dreams  
on its effluvial plane.

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six

Mt Rainier (photo: NPS)