In
the brilliant late light between
blurred
days of rain, cumulus
clouds
climb a sheer sheet of
blue,
pillowing over
shoulders
of
spiked
emerald hills.
garnet
glow of a final
fire
cinder,
effortlessly
reduced to
ash
atop storm-soaked soil --
why
bother with
adjectives?
Why
not say it
plainly?
There
is no truth --
only
dreaming.