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by klr Klickitat County WA
Her reclining silhouette looks up to heaven
draped in a gown of multi-hued greens,
she sleeps eternally above the golden valley
Hills of smoldering spruce form her breasts,
new growth where her flowing lava hair
once was quarried.
Indian legend says she died of an aching heart
Gods fought for her pure love
yet she lived for no other than her young brave
The story tells how the volcanoes rumbled,
echoes of Romeo and Juliette,
immortal mountains make a true love's grave
Autumn turns her garb to silky rusts and golds,
while hints of lime and magenta foliage
grow next to ebony bones
In winter she imparts warmth to those who eye her
A snowy princess in sweet repose
shy clouds cling to her feet
Springtime birds fly gladly all around
finding shelter in her terrain,
Rainbows often circle her throat
The sun and stars take turns
shining down upon her,
Her majesty can be seen for miles
Veils of mist breathe a faint sound
One senses a slight stirring motion
as she slumbers and smiles
Have the picture framed as a reminder of my mother-in-law - we used that mountain view for her headstone!!! Lovely mountain and lovely poem! I will have to put it with her memory things. I love it!! I think one of your best. Thank you for sharing. Nanc
ReplyDeleteThank you again, Nanc, and I'm flattered you will put it with the other memory items. I've tweaked it since you read it last...will post a couple of others in coming weeks ;-)
ReplyDeletewhat a beautiful poem and a beautiful shot, so glad your shared it.
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