Friday, December 17, 2010

Poetic Interlude: Winter on Mount Tamalpais

Mist covers the mountain today
houses nestled in the folds of the hills,
half hidden by trees,
a Chinese landscape scroll outside the window.
All day they're cutting a huge fir across the valley
first, branches, till the tree stands bare
then, piece by piece from the top.
I miss the moment
when it no longer stands at all
clouds hide the sight.