A cloud wrapped mountain
Looms large in the distance
The forest, emerald green
From the recent rains

A powder blue sky
Shows amongst the clouds
A flock of white wing dove
Pace the truck for a mile

The last bit of summer
Hangs in the air
But the nights tell
A story of changing seasons

The nighttime's chill
Will begin to seep
Into the day
And chap lips and faces

Soon the mountain
Will be blanketed in snow
Sparkling white
Against the evergreens