MOUNTAIN SHADOWS

© 1981  Rev. 2006 Ethelene W. (Kitty) Brown

                            The sun has set its amber ring

Well within the west

And slid below the garden

Of the stars.

Shadows seek to gather gray

To drape the mountainside

As ripples dabble moonskin

On the lake.

Our campfire leaps and staggers

Across the brilliant logs,

Like Rockettes, to the rhythm of

Their dance.

Intoxicating colors crackle at

Their birth, creating sparks with

Complicated prance.

They beckon, spit and

Sputter in an ever-changing theme

And prod the thoughts that

Seers often dream.