Pondering A Mountain

02 Sep


I was waylaid in my path,
distracted by a mountain;
knowing of the glen beyond,
I pondered this rocky crag,
its peak enshrouded in mist,
and to where the wind went;
e’en the trees were askew,
as if they wanted to move,
as a castle once stood atop,
now mere fodder to crows;
the northern sky was wane,
unwilling as it was to stay,
as the stars pierced through,
leaving only shadows there;
I paused a breath to wonder,
contemplating the traverse,
to climb the skyward plain,
or submit to the lower rushes;
and there, with some incentive,
I strove to walk another mile.

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Posted by on September 2, 2015 in My Poetry



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