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 mountain's 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. 1/4/15