Under the figs
I woke to fog and dew,
white oaks, and mist
Tag Archives: mountain poetry
I’m Going Back
Going back now, I see the stand of pines,
the mountain climbing out of green to white
caps enshrouded in clouds and flanked by snow.
Musing & Rhymes of a Man Reaching For Meaning
Under the figs
I woke to fog and dew,
white oaks, and mist
Going back now, I see the stand of pines,
the mountain climbing out of green to white
caps enshrouded in clouds and flanked by snow.
