Snowy Mountain

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The last of the shadows slid down the mountain,
And though there were still those pieces of dying
Light in the air, my own shadow was cast only on ether.

The boughs around me said their goodnights,
and tucked away under the blankets of snow.
My shadow in the air felt the cut of the flakes cold.

Now alone, just me and the chill, I sat down
And wondered whether it best to continue up,
Knowing to be confronted by a dark that I feared,
Or to turn back down, and let the peaceful slopes
Sleep, as they always do.

Alone on that patch, unnoticed by nature,
I warmed myself with thoughts of home, and of times
In the valley, where I grew up, and where I yearned to sleep.

So entangled was my mind in these thoughts, that I didn’t
Notice the sun laughing in the east. Laughing at me,
Because the snow had helped me to become, to realize,
That I was just part of that peaceful slope.


PrioriThought 2009