A poem

The face of the mountain changes
Silhouetted strong and stark
When light turns grey at dawn
Soft and sandy
A powder pink
Then all again to dark.
Against dark clouds
The lines are contours
Deeper furrows
Green and brown
All towards a sign of rain
In those darker hours.
But morning dawn swallows
Last night's cloak
To higher ways
Outlined in newer threads
White wisps of water
To brighten lines more shallow
Another hour another face
Another line to trace
The contours change
Red, gold, Bblack and green
The edges and emblems
All towards another grace
A mountain changes a woman face.