a brilliant setting sun bathes earthy stone mountains in golden light as a waxing white moon rises into pale blue sky ice, water, and wind carve flat land into free-standing pillars, striated in hues of toasted malt, blazing ember, and fire dust whittled away with the elements, loose sediment fans down for swarthy green shrubs to creep up steep slopes
To see the photo that inspired this poem, visit Cindy Crosby’s blog, Tuesdays in the Tallgrass. The photo was offered as a writing prompt in Cindy’s Foundations of Nature Writing course through The Morton Arboretum, which I highly recommend to everyone who would like to learn to write more descriptively in any genre.