Sorry I didn’t post yesterday. I fell asleep! Here’s a new post.
Out of the lush fir and cedar forests
There they stood — Ghost Trees.
Marching down into the valleys
And up the opposite hills.
Lining up along the ridges,
Climbing the bluff,
Looking like a porcupine’s back.
Barkless and denuded of vegetation.
A silent witness to the cataclysmic fire
That enveloped the forest.
A swath of sunlight
Cutting across the valley.
Columns gleaming white
Between swatches of dead gray.
There. A sapphire gem —
Blue Lake —
Sitting serenely in its bowl,
As though nothing had happened.
There is little evidence of the fire
By the time you’ve reached Suttle Lake.
The long water body is still
Surrounded by green
As far as the eye can see.
Another sapphire — set in the midst
Of jade and emeralds.
On we go, down and up,.
The black ribbon highway
Cutting through majestic,
Towering Ponderosa Pines;
Their tan bark marbled with dark lines.
Did you know?
Ponderosa bark smells