(cold beauty)


By Mike O’Connell
why are you here at the mountain top
she asked the wee woman
struggling with her straps
do you have messages for me
are you here to claim my beauty
leaving little plastic seeds to mark
your journey through these
snowcapped skies starkly
dark canyons where i store
my soul wander wide valleys
where my comfort lies green
and soft sated by the dew
did you come to attempt an
interpretation of my purpose
on the earth determine why
i hold up the sky piercing the cold
with my storming stony fingers
fine for you to visit praise me
with a song but you cannot stay
for i can turn and take you
bruised and frozen into a
strange mountainous oblivion
where you will forever remember
my beauty as you drift away
(Mike O’Connell 12/2/17)


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