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Catskill Mountains






Catskill Mountains      


                            

The moon is shining above

the trees.

Its view is clear, the

night is blazing.

Something like a dream, lifting

us toward the stars.

We walk like ghosts between

sizzling lights in the sky.



Years of drought had

not yet come,

and turned these mountains

into dust.

Streams would wash

along the slopes,

feeding whispers

into lakes.

Every blinking star becomes

a diamond on the water.

Quietly we stood on shore,

the dark pool of sky

settled down.



Some return,

counting furrows

of ravaged earth

from when the rainfalls quit.

Distant memories, fogged

then changed, emerging

into fairy tales.

The moon is shining above

the trees.

Its view is clear, but

the earth has aged.

Summers cradled to our breasts

will burn like coal to emptiness.



Mitchel Montagna



Mitchel Montagna is a corporate communications writer for a professional services firm. He has also worked as a radio news reporter and special education teacher. Fiction and poetry publications include Amarillo Bay, Yellow Mama, Down in the Dirt, Leaves of Ink, Adelaide, White Liquor Journal, and Penwood Review. He is married and lives in New Jersey.

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2 Comments

  1. A pleasant walk through someone's keep memory. The best writing can be described this way.

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  2. Thank you for that much-needed summarizing punch of a couplet in the last two lines. A dire future portrayed well and sadly in words.

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