I'd ask, but I don't want to know
Why the weather changed.
They sky was blue. The sun shone
Down from the lofty way.
But like a petulant child,
Or a supercilious mother,
Or both, one on one side,
One on the other,
The mountain frowned.
It's blood ran blue,
And frigid veins carried
A sunless yew to me,
And then it snowed.

-jenn