Foggy Mountain

Photo by Gamaliel Masters


Beyond the fields my world has disappeared,
the guarding distant mountain, bone.
The stenciled lace of twisted trees that mark
the silenced river's winding course is lost,
a blurred grey smudge enveloped in
an opaque wall.
Close by the window weed stalks
rise stiffly from the ice-sliced snow
feather hung with frost.
My fence posts, in two meandering
dark rows could guide escape
if I could leave the warmth of home
and brave the lonely stretch
of fog-bound road.  But over there,
high in the top of his old tree
a great bald eagle huddles in the cold
and it is pretty plain to see
that he has not intent to loose
his tightly taloned hold.

        ~~Irene Dodge

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