North
Carolina’s mountains shade to blue
Beneath
the pale clouds outside my window.
The
nearby winter woods don’t share that hue.
Painters
say, and I give artists their due,
That
great distance and haze are what endow
Those
far off mountains with a shade of blue.
But
I question how the grey trunks that slew
And
creak beneath a sky threatening snow
March
to blue mountains, yet don’t share their hue.
Does
some hidden grief have something to do
With
how great distance and haze should allow
Those
Carolina mountains shade of blue?
Does
some secret regret afflict and cool
The
mountains, some concealed sorrow, tell how
Nearby
woods might not share that distant hue?
Or
was it some stupid act I should rue,
That
explains the distance between us now,
And
how memories of you fade to blue
When
nothing we shared held that bitter hue.
Published in The Cataloochee Bridge 2022
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