Eerily beautiful
placid day...
Beyond the pleading,
heat-battered mountains
the stubborn
indolent plums
mimic angry, sardonic clouds
in their thickest, stoutest likeness
lending a
diffused,
quasi-mystical,
dreamlike quality
to the valley straggling below
shrouded
by the graying whiteness
of hoarsely conquering smoke
sporadically and shyly
broken
by the timid,
meekly jaundiced rays
of a lazy, uninviting sun
barely stirring
the staleness,
the inertia,
the stillness
that surrounds the landscape.
Astride and above the assaulted horizon
a rainbow of ashes
commandeers the sky
rendering neutral
highly diluted,
agglutinating,
pensive hues
of reflective,
melancholic colors.
In the distance
the indistinctive roar
paws
devours
and plunders
and at its heels
the will
to succeed
will vanquish
the burning
heart
of the beast.
