Majestic Mounts In a Painting-Poem 4

As Fall was leaving, the chill gradually grew and thinking of past snowfalls, a wintry painting came to mind. It puzzled me that the artist's name was missing, then my curiosity began to grow. I took it to Art Shows, nobody bought it for any price; I posted on ebay and no one responded, no one ever bid. Whoever painted it, had vivid imagination and perception; all the beauty seen in the majestic mounts revealed splendor. I decided to hang it over my computer desk, and once in a while I glance at it with admiration, but it still fascinates me since the day I found it by the trash can; I guess they didn't know its value. Sometimes my look wanders far being transported by fantasy, and at the foot of the mounts I stand contemplating their majesty; I long to hear that voice rising from the snowy peaks, " I am that painter. " Entered in Debbie Gucci's contest, " Ten Picture, Ten poems, Ten poets, Ten Days " Written on 1/ 8/ 2016 Poem # 4