Poetry Pick

I DRAW THE MOUNTAINS
OUT OF THE MIST

by Tony Cosier
Ontario, Canada


I draw the mountains out of the mist across the river
Even as I pull the stars out of the sky at night.
We half create what stirs us to delight,
Share that much with our old world’s primal giver.
What we yearn towards enough we surely earn.
And thus I am convinced it was your concern,
My love, let this crocus push through the snow
Its green spear through the earth where it was not thought to grow.


 

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