when Asked about appalachia
generous mist sweeps hillsides,
setting off rain crow moans
until clouds lift toward sun,
which beams down-holler
pushing droplets into bows,
their pale remonstrance
a mask of these mountains
and their meaning
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Beautiful word-painting! I especially love ‘crow moans’
Completely beautiful write! Love it!
You really are a master of sensory detail! And the concept of a masked Appalachia is so poignant. Thank you for sharing this poem!