The mountains are warm
today,
friendly pale maroon
with
richer oranges,
scavenged
from a setting sun.
Yesterday they were
proud
starched collar, godly
grey
spanning the horizon
like a paper tear,
badly repaired
untidy jags, in angry
misshapen folds.
The locals say it will
be cooler tomorrow
and the pics will
recline bedecked
amongst white pillowed
plumes.
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