
winter winds blow
with no snow to tumble
but bones to chill

winter winds blow
with no snow to tumble
but bones to chill

crumbling canyon,
stone cubes in loose stacks
and yet silence

light fringed cloud
zig-zagged like a lightning bolt
in the autumn sky

the hills break
like tsunami waves
on a postcard
The cloud mimicked a mountain top, its ridge sun fired to bright white by the rising sun, its shadow side in granite gray, being impenetrable to the sun's rays. Mountains that imposing live a thousand miles away, but that cloud took me there. the morning sun lights up a dense cloud to mimic mountains