“Granite Angles” Zion National Park (May 20, 2015) — Image by kenne
The Granite Angles
of elevation and depression
looking up from my window
adorned by trees. A bird’s
song lost in its echo’s
I cannot scale. Lines of age
sketch your face. Tall trees
strike me as bonsais
taking root in your
weathered surface. Smooth
now, your peaks
penetrate the sky
and your cloud halo.
Your shadows dissolve
in a sigh of relief
bringing peace
to earth’s soul.
— kenne
Nice image and even nicer verse. “Your shadows dissolve in a sigh of relief”. Poetry can combine some interesting ideas in ways we’ve never considered . . . and make them work. I can almost believe that a poet could change sandstone to granite if they found the right words ;o)
Best burger of my life, bison burger upstairs on the Lodge deck.
Maybe I found the right words because the geographical formation in Zion are sandstone — Navajo Sandstone. The image allowed for some poetic license. Thanks for the comment.
Beautiful post!