Bronze

January 14, 2009
By Emma Johnson, Park City, UT

Rain darting through the sky towards a jaded rainforest
Water so pure the clarity is like glass
An icy, capricous gust of wind; inquisitive of a white mountain
Nothingness knawing at its heels
An evergreen standing alone atop a fertile cliff in a placid, frozen green
Bolding the stiffness of the wilderness
A roaring blaze glistening, blistering across an open clearing
amongst condescending trees
Threatening to set the forest ablaze

Yet there is this shimmering bronze sparkling in the sunset
Whole and purposeful, the sun kisses his cheek and the wind wrestles his golden hair

He whistles like a music box playing
Lullabies distantly in the past



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