A Poem by Joshua L Stelling

The first thing you notice is how she enters a room

The break of light over mountains does it justice

The crash of color on countless bits of rain

The risen sun, the setting day, the start and the finish one and the same

A crystal, fountainous with clouds and life

From the furthest crest of stones

To the perfect shades of overgrowth before you

There are the purrs, the engine and the curt, airy calls of birds

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