Giant atmospheric nebulous crests gently roll <br />as if they were foamy white summer seashore gifts <br /> <br />Softly whipped toppings coating autumn’s fall fare <br />Quietly, washing down the delectable delights <br /> <br />The Cumberland escarpment adorned in red <br />Sumac, rising up from bottom branches, Hardwoods <br /> <br />Exhibit finest gifts in gallery showings <br />Contrasted with the near ninety degree ivory <br /> <br />Cliffs that lead upland to the Kentucky plateau <br />Those mountainous risings kiss both Virginia and <br /> <br />Old rocky top’s legendary evergreen-ed hills <br />In life giving droplets of drink, high-lighted with <br /> <br />Prismatic arches in every hue carrying dreams <br />And golden hopes westward through that so ancient Gap <br /> <br />As the sun sets it fringes those cloud edgings bright red- <br />Orange, not unlike cherries tossed on a sundae <br /> <br /> <br />(Standing Eye to Eye with the Clouds in <br />Cumberland Gap, Tennessee ~ October 9,2007)<br /><br />Debora Short<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cherries-tossed-on-a-sundae-3/
