Anchored

Anchored firmly to the 
blunt summits of the
mountains the ragged dark
clouds weep copious tears
of rage over the valley
below. From that valley's
perspective there is no
sight of those far-off
summits as an opaque
steamy fog absorbs the
landscape as though the
vast geology has disappeared
through some sinister alchemy
leaving only mystic mist
white and all-embracing;
rain descending, fog
ascending and no more
do the mountains exist
but shrouded; their penalty as
the pierced and static clouds
exact their vengeance.