PETUNIA PURPLE

PETUNIA PURPLE

My ancient mountains

Embracing valley

Kissed with haze

Mottled with gray wash within their folds

Yet today the sun’s fire burnt the film

That clouded their grandeur

My mountains flaunt a green carpet

Blue aquamarine hues in the distance

Spellbound and lucid

They scintillate in the sun’s luster

Alas, at dusk, they boast a petunia purple

Author's Note

I felt a need to show off my APPALACHIAN Mountains after the fiery haze....
"BRIDGES END" will continue....
Thank you for reading!

Reviews

[Pete]

wow, they do have a right to boast - your words surely elevate those hills. beautifully expressed. some mighty fine, majestic poetry ... :)

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you so much Pete; I am pretty proud of my mountains!!!
Best, B

[Lorry]

Well that's a landscape worth waking up to and waving goodnight to Betty.
It also has a never ending look about it, that you could just gulp in the air and walk into eternity.

[Betty Hermelee]

Indeed! everyday is another scene to admire, thanks always for your sweet review!
Best, B