the remnants of a broken civilization like bleached bones before the encroaching mists of a
lush rain forest
rugged mountaintops wreathed in mist
a web mist climbing up a bony,barren rdige
a black hill of cinders
green fire burns slowly and spreads even slower running up the stone hills
and making moss of slippery, wet river banks
Tags: forest, free verse, jungle, morning musings, poet, poetry, rain forest, river, water, wet
