878 [29 October 2016]

It is easy to see why some
think that the cliffs and valleys of Montana
are of a creation purely divine.
The striated walls lit by the light
of a flame-reflected setting sun,
appear as if colored by a stained-glass mosaic.
The hush of sound quietly flowing
through the corridors of stone
act as the holy hymnal.

© Johanna Kaye Fugitt 2017

About taikodragonjkf

Member of Spokane Taiko. Poet. Newbie weight lifter. Love cats and baseball.
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