August drabbles - 26

My Oregon - 5 - Oregon Green
The green of forest and meadow define this state, with shades touched gold, touched blue, or rainbow-hued in fields of blooms:

The blue of water and white-capped waves like clouds fighting to escape:

And the mist, unfinished painting of the Gorge, brush-strokes still fading, changing before your eyes:

A road that climbs through forest deep, up rocks of silvered gray to water-falls to leap infinity:

And a dry, desert land where I seek a lost angel, green lichen wings and robes of red, leached elements on rock…

Not lost, for sacred legions float the breeze and ever guard this Oregon.

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