I first saw Middle Mountain
when the sun was high and the moon was dim.
I walked toward it through the day
over soft plowed ground.
When I came to the foot of the mountain at twilight
and began my ascent,
the moon was round and dusty white.
I reached the top where I could see all around.
The rice fields were resting
The crickets were singing.
And the moon was full and bright.
Charles Kinnaird 1/82
More pictures to follow this week.