Mountain Poem: John Ellison Davies
Mountain Poem
we question the morning
where to begin and morning’s
crazy face questions us
with a light grin
through cracked
wooden shutters, a sceptical
pattern on the wall
we tease with shadows
shall we
answer first
shall we
introduce ourselves
to the clouds
the early clouds that graze
at our door and sulk
for lost moonlit pasture?
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