The Sunset on the Ridgeline

By Makenna Adams

The pine trees towered, an inky shade

Filled with poise and grace

The ridgeline was crisp, yet began to fade

As the sunset crossed my face

Soft ribbons of orange and pink

Began to trace the sky

The mountain wind made me blink

And droplets formed in my eye

The sweet scent of honeysuckle on the breeze

Cleansed my lungs and mind

I stood in puddles on the ground

From the midnight rain

The coming storm unleashed its sound

And allowed the worth to drain

The air was cold and crisp 

And smelled of emerald spring

My skin it gently cooled and kissed

As crickets commenced to sing