Storm on Hunter Hill

Photo: outdoorhikingtrek.com 

Pure line 

slopes skyward

massive, dry, 

creased clusters 

cast-rock,

hard shale, 

till crevasses,  

small streams, fill with rain, 

increase to flash-flood

greedy hands

grab pebbles, haul branches,

crashing to the road

below.

The rain wants it all down,

to sink it into the sea, 

level proud mountains,

make all things 

equal,

but the rising line flows

to a distant ridge

where dark oaks

hold out

for hard, blue 

day.

(2 Nov 2011)