Deepest Blue
It's warm, it's calm - there is a feeling of change
long before the evening shadows lengthen.
Even before the clouds have gathered,
the westerlies; they quietly rise then strengthen.
The stag trees can be counted one by one above the forest.
Handed down experience supports
the range, drawing closer in a different hue
that rain is on the way -
when the mountains paint their deepest blue.
Copyright © Lindsay Laurie | Year Posted 2021
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