Poem: Like My Mountain

"I am like my mountain...
sometimes shrouded
in grey mists...
separated from the sun
as if it never existed...
Sometimes clothed
in spring green...
its beauty revealed
in April shine...
But essence of mountain...
essence of me...always there...
though sometimes unseen...
A flame unflickered
by circling clouds...
or winds out of
the clear blue sky..."
..............Quester.