Yesterday's mirage:
azure sky, turquoise lake
emerald spruce, diamond snow.
Now vanished.
And great grinding, churning, belching
swaths of manscape surround.
Alpine valley, flocked in bloom
wreathed by sharp slopes strewn
with copper and slate,
wavers. fades from imagination
golden shadows dim, grey
As pulsing human wants
blare greedy toils across the land.
But the half-remembered sphere of clean
still lifts my mind
tugging intent like balloon on thread.
Chimneys on Rivoli
13 years ago