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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