Taste of Silence
the day melts to orange...
gaunt pines climb the ridge
to jab invulnerable clouds
rock formations are
mauve and rust-red in twilight
deep jagged chasms
a meadow turns pink
as evening nibbles at stars
a taste of silence
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For Gail Doyle's Haiku challenge "A Scenery Of Your Choice As An Artist"
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