Sitka Sunset
Sitka’s vibrant euphonious voice,
as alluring as the violin tune,
the musical trail to beauty symphony
of the country north to the future.
Nature there blooms like a flower,
the sunset splendor sequestered.
The twilight rays of golden thread,
the auric frill between trees,
emerald tapestry weaved in Totem Park.
The gilded splash of the ripple rows
on the jade frame of Beaver lake,
the sapphire sky’s mirror in glacial vale.
Mount Edgecumbe, the dormant volcano,
the standing sentinel in lavish landscape
with crimson crown on snow-clad cone.
The northern lights of surreal Sitka dusk,
the living paint on kaleidoscopic canvas,
the captured amazing scene awfully wonderful.
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June 5, 2023
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