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.

By Mitchel Montagna

Panorama of Catskill Mountains

Mitchel Montagna author photoMitchel Montagna is a corporate communications writer for a large professional services firm. He has also worked as a radio news reporter and a special education teacher. He is married and lives in New Jersey.

Photo of Catskill Mountains as seen from Slide Mountain by aoldman

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