August winds jostling the clouds along,
springing random blooms of sunlight, outbreaks
of vivid green fires along the mountainside.
Brilliant illuminations of colour with irregular margins
interweaving with the darker stands of fir and spruce.
The smile of playful movement brimming over the ferny
slopes, down to small emerald fields below the foothills,
down to the bay, where the gleams are returned,
like water, to the sky.
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