a Poem.

An immense bloody-orange sun lolling above the jagged horizon in early dusk,
Rocky storm-swept lighthouses swinging glowing rays through dense fog,
A colossal steel cross of light topping a broad limestone dome of earth,
Fading parallel lines of steady luminescence guiding in bold pilots,
Red and orange streaks of cloud set brazenly against purple sky and fading sun,
Quietly blinking antennae of red and green jutting from faraway hills on still nights,
Pristine glass lake water shimmering in the new dawn's first light,
Rare and elegant bright-white flowers clinging to a branch,
Softly illuminated by beams of focused, forest-sifted light,
Wide blue mountains looming suddenly, ranging hugely on each side,
Precipitous ledges giving way to wondrous panoramic sketches of terrain,
A Dazzling noon sun partially eclipsed by ponderous towers of billowy white,
Natural, striking and idyllic, these moments steal our words and breath,
organically invoking still moments of unity and contemplation.