L'aura del Campo

Montana's wintry tongue [325]

Montana's wintry tongue

Wind's language whispers with ponderosa,
passes through my errant thoughts
but never speaks clear enough
for me to parse its wisdom.

On mountaintops one sees forever,
yet here in valleys they block all views.

And grey skies glower and depress my soul
into infertile sand as fickle icy waters
pass below me, mere trickles of conversation
almost heard in this quiet place

that binds me until that day I gladly leave.

© Kåre Enga [174.325] (18.january.2018)