Poem "Vision Through the Window"

Vision Through the Window

 

The gray sky outlined by the pale shadow of the mountains, dressed in pale blue the hue of polar ice, barely seen.

 

Here and there whips of smoky grey spread themselves like gossamer fingers; to become the sole betrayer of movement in another wise opaque sky.

 

An Antique white haze, occasioned by irregular blemishes of deviant brightness; offer the only  recess to gloom and the collapse of all hope in the blanketing cloak.

 

In the foreground  the pinny greens seem dark and uninviting. So dense the nature of their vestige, a deep melancholy is revealed.

 

This scene so  forlorn was all that creation granted to man's scorn.
This hollow, haggard morn

 

Written by Mark R. Day on 29 September 2012, while looking out a window at Liberty University in Lynchburg, Virginia toward the Eastern slope of the Blue Ridge Mountains.  Copyright by Mark R. Day 29 September 2012, all rights reserved