CLIMBING NORTH MOUNTAIN IN SPRING
Sonata of the mockingbirds
from the high limbs of the poplar,
the curtains shift;
petals are loosened
from the tangle of bougainvillea vine,
are pulled to the earth
in a brilliant snow of tangerine and magenta.
I go north,
the noise too unsettling,
climb small Sugarloaf Mountain to
wander through redwoods,
the east valley hidden in mist.
For now, only the quiet words
of the wind, hum of cicadas;
thoughts of you like mountain streams,
c. B.L.Bruce, The Weight of Snow, 2014
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