Lightning sparks earth to sky. Thunder cracks, dynamite exploding across the ridge. Wind shakes the evergreens. Tinderbox branches erupt. Kindling scorched to flame. Seed cones pop, spewing seeds.
Rains come. Snows come. Sun melts the long shadows. Spring returns to the mountain. Larch seedlings poke through the ash blanket.
Golden phoenix rising, a new forest born from the ashes.
Rains come. Snows come. Sun melts the long shadows. Spring returns to the mountain. Larch seedlings poke through the ash blanket.
Golden phoenix rising, a new forest born from the ashes.
Your best yet. This is lovely, Susan. I learn new things about you all the time, such as the fact that you have a poet inside you.
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