Mount Ashland

A Poem by Emelia Sherman

Icy tendrils slink along the tree tops

Twist between the gnarled trunks

Prowl along the frozen ground

The peaks are obscured, as if seen through film

Colors turn dull, lines grow hazy

And covers earth with it's frosted veil

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Added on March 24, 2017
Last Updated on March 24, 2017

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