Awash

The mica-flecked granite outcroppings loom, releasing bits of themselves randomly sparkling as they fall in felted-light they bloom. Blasted cliffs, yet brazen, they rise without decree, unconcerned with the maples, and the birch, releasing bits of themselves randomly. An ashen, sulking, sky hides the eagle's perch, and, softens all the jagged edges of the scene unconcerned with the maples, and the birch, a collage of layers blends all color in between, each angle decomposing in the rain. And, softens all the jagged edges of the scene. Within the fog the distant mountains strain, bruised in shades of lavender and forest green each angle decomposing in the rain. A watercolor tableau where, unforeseen, the mica-flecked granite outcroppings loom, bruised in shades of lavender and forest green sparkling as they fall in felted-light they bloom. First Appeared in The Autumn Sound 10/13