Spectral

 

All day the clouds crept about in watery clothes,

draping the ridgelines in steam and 

snow 

 

coating each tree with their foggy weight

leaving them ghosted, 

unrecognizable, 

stalled by a slow mist 

between black

and white.

 

Wait

with them 

there

 

until the day ends 

and these same clouds gather

and 

rise

 

moving together 

as if they’d known of the secret 

that now blooms in your hands,

opening the hills before you

with a light undiluted

scattered

spectral

rollicking in colors

 revealed

 

somehow even more

vivid

for having worn 

this mantle of

clouds.