Cloud Mountain Poem by Richard J.P. O'Grady
Cloud Mountain
Pulsing, breathless, circular rainbow
suspended below me, ebbing, flowing,
my sketch entitles 'Mine eyes have seen....'
Later library, drenched Hartz mountain,
'Brocken spectre', my shadow haloed
on clinging cotton swaddling limestone cliffs.
'A rare phenomenon called....A Glory!
observed by fliers before a combat.'
God moves in many mysterious ways.....
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