a photograph by Sophia Wood, our granddaughter
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Snowstorm
by Ethel Mortenson Davis
Dragging on the valley floor,
moist drapes of clouds
spread open a window
to the sacred mountain—
white ermine across her shoulders.
Complete, at last!
Unlike the song that I could sing,
if I had voice to make a song,
cold mist slips over red rock cliffs
and pours toward the valley floor
in falling streams of cloud-like veils.
In front of flowing mists cliffs jut
away from faces of the rock,
and sunshine lights afire the red
that burns the spirit of the rock alive.
The silence of the early morning song
is interrupted by the flash
of yellow on a black bird’s wings,
and then the liquid sound of birds
lifts from the valley’s desert floor
as mist slips over red rock cliffs
behind the sunfire streamed through clouds
into the pools of blackbird songs
unlike the song that I could sing.
Thomas Davis
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