Out of the mist, fog and cloud, the land emerges. Hidden, now suddenly revealed. Sky wrapping around peak, rock and tree holding the sky fast.

Rain forest, green in moss and fern, moisture condensing and weeping from fir and spruce.

Sacred, truly so.

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Windswept, billowing
Flowing one into another unbounded
The gods at play

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The sky opens
Cloud, sun, fog, mountain, mist
A game of hide and seek

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To stay with the mountain
The tumbling rocks know well
Is temporary

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A foot path journey
Moss and lichen covered tree bark
Silent steps on soft ground

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In a slow bow
A slender branch with crinkled leaves
Graceful in the wind

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Warm and soft
I touched the moss on a rock face
It felt my touch and smiled

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The goldenrod knows
Dipping its flowers into the stream
The taste of the mountain

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Colors borrowed and lent
Garments fine to dress the flowers
Sky blue and sun yellow

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Stone steps in water
Aster and touch-me-not
Autumn’s repose

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Roan Mountain
On the Cloudland Trail
NC

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Shawneehaw Creek

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