Haleakala, Underneath

Haleakala
Covered by frays of clouds
Reflecting September sun
In Haiku-Pauwela hills

Haleakala
Rising above the Pacific
Its craters collecting sun
Its gods running downhill

Haleakala
So still against fierce winds
The mythology of its peaks
Painting wind-blown lands

Haleakala
Birds pass underneath
Black and white
Against flush green

Haleakala
A constant image
A sweeping up of vision
Where green gives way to black

Haleakala
Sliced by westbound clouds
Shrouded by mystery
In contours and lines

Haleakala
The birds sing its name
The wind delivers its breath
Gods return to its domain

Haleakala
The highest Haiku-Pauwela peak
A convergence of every green
The mind will never reach

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