Moody
Mountain
They call it Superstition.
Aptly named, I think.
It hides not its many moods—
Sometimes it’s dark and brooding,
sometimes red and burning,
sometimes black and angry,
sinister and dangerous.
Shadows move across it
like ancient armies in formation.
It is always there…
a fortress beyond my window.
I see it in the morning
as the sun creeps up behind it.
I watch its color change
throughout the day
until, at last,
with a smoldering rosy glow
it blends into the night.
©Vi Jones
October 13, 2006
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October 15, 2006 at 3:52 am
Lori
Vi, I can really see this in my mind’s eye. Beautiful!
October 15, 2006 at 7:50 am
Heather Blakey
Magnificent Vi – and you got the layout to work. Wonderful work! Seeing your post reminds me to come and spend more time here.
October 21, 2006 at 11:20 am
cronelogical
I can see the mountain. So very special. Fran Cronelogical
October 23, 2006 at 9:58 am
jan2
Terrific images – explosive!
October 23, 2006 at 1:04 pm
faucon
Even this can be a reflection
of your spirit, but
easier for us to visualize and understand
October 25, 2006 at 3:31 pm
traveller2006
this conjures up a vision of a volcano spewing forth lava which will engulf everything in its path