I Traveled from Mountain to Brick

Under a crowd of lowly clouds
Gathered low in their windy homes
I traveled from mountain to brick

I left a muted skyline thick with trees
Gathered high in their windy homes
Above a crowd of lowly clouds

I stood in the long shadow of the smokestack
As leaves of variant and vibrant yellows
Danced like a vortex of amber, gold, and sun

I stomped my feet to wake them from the cold
Then thrust my arms into that leafy, swirling saffron
And danced in circles as a guest inside their windy homes.

© Mike Yost