06-10-2010, 03:16 PM
The Mountain’s glorious peak
is shrouded in a heavy mist.
There is snow in the heights.
From my vantage point
the scene is comforting.
The light rain here
encircles me as I listen
to tinkling piano music.
The Fog descends to
bring mystery to the night.
Long ago superstitious
peasants spoke the name
Dragonsbreath with
trembling lips
- of the fog.
For me it holds
charm, romance
and covers the
flaws of man.
Like – the stealing
of earth’s resources
raping of the land
the great forests
destroyed by strip mining.
The mountains bored
into for gravel,
the coal, silver
and diamond mines.
That also claimed
human lives.
Farm fields ravaged
for a housing development.
That ancient oak tree
that everyone’s
great-great-grandfather
used to climb on –
torn down for
a strip mall.
Fog that covers
the flaws of man
eases down
from the mountain
- beloved
moist on my lips
and eyelashes
cool in my lungs
ah, Dragonsbreath maybe!
Man is the Bringer of calamity
or the Maker of peace.
Like the fog, I am a witness.
©12/18/09
is shrouded in a heavy mist.
There is snow in the heights.
From my vantage point
the scene is comforting.
The light rain here
encircles me as I listen
to tinkling piano music.
The Fog descends to
bring mystery to the night.
Long ago superstitious
peasants spoke the name
Dragonsbreath with
trembling lips
- of the fog.
For me it holds
charm, romance
and covers the
flaws of man.
Like – the stealing
of earth’s resources
raping of the land
the great forests
destroyed by strip mining.
The mountains bored
into for gravel,
the coal, silver
and diamond mines.
That also claimed
human lives.
Farm fields ravaged
for a housing development.
That ancient oak tree
that everyone’s
great-great-grandfather
used to climb on –
torn down for
a strip mall.
Fog that covers
the flaws of man
eases down
from the mountain
- beloved
moist on my lips
and eyelashes
cool in my lungs
ah, Dragonsbreath maybe!
Man is the Bringer of calamity
or the Maker of peace.
Like the fog, I am a witness.
©12/18/09
Bianca 
