NASA Image of the Day

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Vulcanic Tantrum

See the rock and steam of upheaval,
Ridding itself of itself, upon the steadied
Bosom of rock and traversed petrified field!

They slide down the sharpened, impossible peaks of
into the
Blackened, crawling sludge-river of fire and fresco.

All are rock to rock, nudged and nuanced
Into fossilized frenzy.

Trees in Fog

There is no echo here, in this grotto.
The fog, like errant fireside smoke,
shrouds and silences, reminding the looming dark shadows of intrusion, that theirs is a momentary presence, controlled and blanketed, still, by Nature's Gray.
Sentinel trunks, stretching upwards into the vapoured gloom, bid oblivion skyward,
And the still, small trickle of mesmerized water, wending its way carefully
through the mire, is
A mere memory of spring abandon, which, nymphlike,
Splashes stretching fragrant blooms with every
Their absence, and that of the sun-dappled hillside, are
strangely noted.