Mysterious Ethereal Curtain - Poem by James Tipp
Like a mysterious ethereal curtain
The mountain is enveloped in a cover
Vast as its snow peaks are, as close, yet
We draw the curtains and there is nothing.
The mountain weather produces the unexpected
Shrouded vistas soon replaced buy dazzling snow.
Within only minutes the mood is transformed.
The fjord goes from foreboding to inviting
Mirror clear to rippling movement
The speed boats cuts through the rippled surface
Leaves behind a frothing wake, our holiday
Is both a wonder and a joyous experience.
(c) J Tipp Norway
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