The Mountain Sees its Breath
Morning clouds cling to its bony spine Smoke rings rise from its bowl A fire breathing yawn rolls out the sun burning a hole in the fog ___________Colleen Redman________dVerse Poets Pub
Morning clouds cling to its bony spine Smoke rings rise from its bowl A fire breathing yawn rolls out the sun burning a hole in the fog ___________Colleen Redman________dVerse Poets Pub