Mountain Morning
Dingy linen wraps the mountain dull
Even the dogs are listless on the rugs
Almond twigs stick silent from a branch
as though touching a sun is in their power
but stiffen, and stay frozen in the air
That is the general mood that holds the day
but still, I think a walk is no small thing
and want to see the way the houses smoke
in chimneys that reveal how others dwell
in fog that drifts and looks across the hills
Then clears itself to vapor as fog will.
Poet, Audrey Austin
This site is to honour my mother, poet, Eva Ruby Austin.
