Mountain Memory by Mitchel Montagna

Julio M

Mountain Memory

 

The sun streamed like a waterfall
Ferns lit up in the glare
Needles sparked along the fields
that breathed the mountain air

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Close upon a strand of flame
these eyes of silver blue
On a face so clear with thought
emotion simmered through

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She spoke of the city's circumstances
Of gloomy, narrow skies
She gazed up at the mountain sun
till tears bloomed in her eyes

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A later dive with elegance
in rivers cooled by night
A body blurred and flowing free
through starry pools of light

As laurels lined up on the shore
time floated her downstream  
In gentle fog, she drifted on
from earth into a dream 

© Mitchel Montagna

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Mitchel Montagne

Mitchel Montagna has worked as a special education teacher, radio journalist, and corporate spokesman. He is married and lives on Florida's West Coast.

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New Morning by Mitchel Montagna

Tom Fisk

New Morning

There was a luminous globe
in the Northern sky
Like a torch sent to probe
through ages gone by

​It seemed real as the moon
tending dreams far and near
You could feel its soft tune
like the warmth of a tear

​Bright lights showered the field
with ripples of dawn
The night dwellers reeled

as summer had gone

​On the crest of a hill
fog swirls through the trees
There’s the ghost of a chill
in the new morning breeze

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Mitchel Montagna

Mitchel Montagna has worked as a special education teacher, radio journalist, and corporate spokesman. He is married and lives on Florida's West Coast.

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An Uncertain Season by Mitchel Montagna

Haberdoedas Photography

An Uncertain Season

A storm was pushing from the East.

She tried to soothe my fear.

The normal rap of living ceased.

A thundercloud drew near.

Of all the angels I have known,

she grasped the deepest pain.

Her kindness kissed me to the bone;

her cool eyes kept me sane. 

We crept out in the aftermath.

The sky shone still and blue.

The sunlight cut a golden path;

lush fields were glowing too.

We heard some voices rise and pray,

as we came near a town.

Wind kicked up as we turned their way.

A fog was bearing down. 

Most preachers still call out the blues. 

They know what grief is worth. 

She gave a life I dared not lose

till fury swept the earth.

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Mitchel Montagne

Mitchel Montagna has worked as a special education teacher, radio journalist, and corporate spokesman. He is married and lives on Florida's West Coast.

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