As Yet Unpainted Scape
Granite towers rising above the canyon,
Orange-colored dreams millennia ago
Carved above the lavender meadow below,
Reflecting in the stream meandering for
Miles like a snake slithering toward dusk
With scorching sun high and scintillating
Off limestone remains along the edges,
Smaller and smaller until they disappear
Into the singular vanishing point where
The painting melds itself to ornate framing.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Brian Strand's Contest
August 3, 2021
written August 2, 2021
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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