Personification of Grandfather Mountain

He arises
following the night,
reaches for his first smoke
of the day – blows rings
toward a colorless sky.
Silver clouds surround
his face then drift
over his shoulders.
The dark tip of his nose
reaches for Heaven,
higher than possible
but seen through the mist.

Time lapses and he exhales
lavender vapor. His face
becomes muted verdi.
Leaves of sap and olive green
are his patterned shirt
when dressed for the day.
Emerald planes peep
through the mist
drifting toward
the God of the Highlands
who lives in these adopted
crags and crevices.

 

Betty Bell Brown

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