stamped mountains
stuck to blue skies broken
by dusty clouds draping over in
paper strips glued down on
the stickered horizon of
orange felt scraped along the peaks
shining through those cirrus layers
of cotton and charcoal
promising crisp air and dark
green macrame tracing over slopes
of rooted forest
knitted with dried amber specks
spilling over in
waves cresting out of sight
while purple shadows trough through
canyons of roses in dwindling
light along nature’s canvas