Unframed
Snow stays in the sky
while the mountain peaks seem to fall
as first light denudes them.
Crystal clear in the mirror of itself
the lake shines under a surface of silence.
I know if I take a picture of what I see now
the mountains will not be falling,
I will not see the snow in the sky
nor the mirror in the lake
so I just sit awhile on a wet stump
and bleed a little wonder into the world.
If I still smoked
the smoky fumes would be perfect
to look through.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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