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moving mountains
by Charlie Morganmotionless mountains hide their spin
by hugging close to the rising ground;
going as fast as a four-lane highway
with many exits: all leading down.
birds claim the whipping air, aswirl
with life unseen, unknown by people
yet breathing the air we punctuate
with our citified words of remorse.
losing the green, prepping for winter,
short sleeved trees shiver in the wind;
poets say the Aspens are quaking, cold
as the winds of winter wail away at them.
each leaf, a soldier of fortune in Spring,
is fallow with resentment to the seasons.
evergreens shiver not as the Sun's warmth
settles on their branches, burdened with sap. 09/02/2008 Posted on 09/02/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 09/02/08 at 09:16 PM this one gives the reader pause for serious contemplation... alisa |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 09/03/08 at 03:36 PM I'm afraid the coming winter will be a long one...that's what I hear coming from the unspoken expression of this exquisite work. |
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