Y Mountain

Sept. 22, 1960

I know you are a little mountain

I see the one beyond, all great

Yet clouds lie in your upper canyons

And wind around your head

And trickle down your sides.

You’re turning red in the rain–in autumn

You were gold a month ago

And verdurous in the spring.

I know you are a little mountain

But now in rain

The sky comes down to meet

Your upturned face

And kiss with fall, the lips that summer

dried and cracked.

And there is only you and wispy silver

sky, all one

Above my eyes.

I know you are a little mountain

But now you fill my world.