Gray ash spills <br />Down a damp ravine into <br />Water surrounded by numb <br />Green witnesses. <br />White powder sprinkled <br />Over tipped salutes <br />Keeps the survivors back. <br />The clouds blush rose <br />As they hold the rising <br />Sun-wife from her chill- <br />Stilled husband - <br />Blurred as a naughty wind <br />Shuffles the clues.<br /><br />Charlotte Ballard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clouds-over-mount-chiquita/
