Poetry

Mountains of Measure

(For Emily, my Muse)

Guardians of your soul,
Skyward rising from the sea,
They greet you each morning,
Lifting with your shadow.

Finger-trace their summits,
Map the ridges, the cliffy clouds,
And drifting, glide the foggy haze,
To ski the sloping scree.

Mountains are the measure of your heart,
The canvas of your future,
The space and place for dreams,
Formed, yet yielding to your spirit.

(26.02.24)

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