Mountain Mists

On a cool summer's morning,
the air wet with dew.
The clouds trial down in white streams
against the mountain so blue.
Thin trails of vapor
like smoke from a fire.
Reaching up from the valleys
slowly climbing higher.
The air smells clean
from last evening's rain.
Ours to behold
but never to claim.
So much beauty
and so easy to drive by.
Never stopping to notice
the wonders of the sky.

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Photo and poem Copyright 1999 Anthony V. Seo
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