Poem: My Mountain

"I am like my mountain...
Sometimes shrouded in grey mists...
separated from the sun...
as if it never was...
Sometimes clothed in spring green...
my beauty revealed under April shine...
But essence of mountain...
Essence of me...always standing...
though often hidden...
A flame
not doused
by circling clouds...
or sudden winds
out of the wide blue sky.........."
........................Quester.