Dusk, Doi Suthep

Lori Hershberger

Hushed in the still gray fog of July rains
When humanity teems below in wild chatter
How many times have I seen my eastern mountain
Dream by her city.

High and still, shrouded in fathomless mist
That feints and flickers in a fickle ballet
Beneath muted sky she stands silent and strong
In lengthening shadows.

And when the light from the western sun breaks through
In soldered bars of gold and bronzed creation
Striking the clouds, my mountain still stands shining
In green and gold glory.

But I love my mountain most in rainy haze
When the gray rains come furtive and silent at dusk
And the lights blink on, gleaming through mist as my mountain strong
Dreams by her city.


Author’s words: This poem is set to the style of Sara Teasdale’s poem “Sunset: St. Louis.”


IMG_8321-3 - CopyLori Hershberger is a Kansas native who currently calls Southeast Asia her home. For her, poetry is healing and lifegiving.