Giant atmospheric nebulous crests gently roll
as if they were foamy white summer seashore gifts
Softly whipped toppings coating autumn’s fall fare
Quietly, washing down the delectable delights
The Cumberland escarpment adorned in red
Sumac, rising up from bottom branches, Hardwoods
Exhibit finest gifts in gallery showings
Contrasted with the near ninety degree ivory
Cliffs that lead upland to the Kentucky plateau
Those mountainous risings kiss both Virginia and
Old rocky top’s legendary evergreen-ed hills
In life giving droplets of drink, high-lighted with
Prismatic arches in every hue carrying dreams
And golden hopes westward through that so ancient Gap
As the sun sets it fringes those cloud edgings bright red-
Orange, not unlike cherries tossed on a sundae
(Standing Eye to Eye with the Clouds in
Cumberland Gap, Tennessee ~ October 9,2007)
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