
DAILY PHOTO: Gnarly Tree on the Blue Ridge Parkway
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the foothills seen
through flame-colored leaves
look painted

rushing waters
empty into a basin
and are still


through the tree gap
cold mountains glow warm
in the setting sun

no water, no tree;
some water, fine tree;
much water, dead tree

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