Mountains
Pink haze wreaths a scarf around
Rock shoulders,
Steadying dizzy scapes
Against arctic wind.
The land’s jagged, full of sharpened edges,
Drops
Deepened where His Fingers shaped
And carved the canyons,
Nestled Knuckles
Between trees breathing cold.
Scattered points of pine
Flock the valleys–
A conifer carpet
Amid open spots of white.
From above, flattened ridges
Watch the sky, waiting
For the blushing warm
To cast a smile on their face.
— Jubilee A. Lipsey, 2016
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This is really lovely Jubilee. I especially love the creation imagery
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Thank you! My poetry independent study was one of my favorite parts of college. I am really glad you enjoyed it.
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May I just say what a relief to uncover an individual who
genuinely understands what they’re discussing over the internet.
You actually realize how to bring a problem to light and make it important.
More people must look at this and understand this side of the story.
I was surprised you’re not more popular since you definitely have the
gift.
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