Leo Yankevich

Silver Star - 3,350 Points (October 30,1961 / Farrell, Pennsylvania)

A Magic Mountain - Poem by Leo Yankevich

It comes to this: a greyness like no other
under clouds uncanny as the mist.
And down below, the village church so small
its Sunday bells on Monday reach the crest.

And leafless trees descending to the river,
melting snowmen lined against the wall
where shelters stronger than your lack of faith
await the never-ending miracle.

And suddenly it burns a living gold
beyond the scope of any oracle.
And you forget your pain, forget your death,
and greet the ghost that has you in its hold.

Topic(s) of this poem: death

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 20, 2015

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