The Mountain God

The Mountain God

Rising dark and grey
Through the silent clouds
Dressed in white sheets patching
Here this king abides

At the peak, a man
As within his spirit stands
Feet on rock, hands in sky
Stretching out across the land

Deeds and feats through actions
Echoes among the shades.
Stir and shape the winds
By ridge and slopes embrace

Here and throughout this land
Keeps, enthroned, the mountain’s mass
Every living and all the dead
In awe, in fear and love


10 thoughts on “The Mountain God

    • Hello Little Owl!

      I see that your poems are better than ever you really improve yourself! 😉

      Have you thought of publishing them? I seriously think some are better than many contemporary published poets, at least in many phrases..

      Take care of yourself Little Owl

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