Mountain clouds
are devilish things,
they trick and twist
and taunt with glee.
Is it a mountain
or a cloud
that floats up there
so casually?
Mountains solid
reach up high,
clouds of fluff
do hang so low
that peaks of snow
and woodsy brush
get swallowed up
in bluish glow.
Mountain clouds
are devilish things,
they trick the eyes
from far and near.
The land and sky
blend into one,
and poor horizons
disappear.
