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--
On dipped fingers soiled
with unfinished grandeur.
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