Landscape
Watching the hills of emerald
above the cottage all aglow--
the night reaches a commanding lull
its talcum sand glints and shines,
a layered palette to behold
where rocks scintillate,
cascading through drips of dew .
I spy my bottle near wet marbles
and capture how the silhouettes play
contrasting the trees' grandeur,
lustrous as an artist's easel
holding the tints of colors--
splashing an unusual arena.
Landscapes Contest
26 June 2017
Copyright © Banjo Casto | Year Posted 2017
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