Poetry

08/16/2013 #1

Pearly clouds coalesce over Lake Quinault,
a sweeping blue and silver staircase to the sky.
Stripes of hot white light clip the shadowed hills,
cutting sharp silhouettes of the distant pines.
Black and silver ribbons ripple on the lake's face.
The setting sun splits the sky; air and water wake
to blaze brazen shades of liquid gold.