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a land scape
by Charlie Morganfootprints of the wind drape
the southern slopes, while
the Sun's reflections, refractions
set the waterfall a-fire, a-flame;
slowly the yellow-hot ashes of a firefall
turn a paler hue as coolness of dark sets in.
i turn and go, my memories come, take it away. 08/12/2010 Posted on 08/12/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/13/10 at 01:21 AM Some landscapes take our breath away and in return we copy them into our memory. Good write Charlie. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/14/10 at 01:12 AM Some landscapes forever etched in the mind. You catch one of those so vividly in this poem |
| Posted by Tim D Livingston on 08/14/10 at 06:28 PM I like how the waterfall turns into a firefall because of the sun refractedness and all! Way cool brother. :) |
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