Poem Challenge

Nature poem. Short and sweet. Five minutes. Ready, set, go!


And today the sun at every turn.

The sun over Seven-Mile Ridge at early dawn,
the sun defrosting the higher peaks with yellow light,
its warmth demystifying snow-white crevasses
across the face of the Black Mountains.

And oh the sun setting,
the sky folding into itself,
an afterbirth of pure azure;
the silhouette of rock-solid time.

I dreamed of powdered snow,
I dreamed of evergreens,
I dreamed of rum-kissed nights
and goose-down mornings,
I dreamed and dreamed
and when I woke
I was asleep.

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