We’d passed through the rain and fog on Unaka Mountain.
Now, in East Tennessee, the clouds were breaking up
And the sun setting was lighting them up like some
Dutch master agog with pushing mad paint.
Vermillion, cadmium orange, with ultramarine blue
Of the afternoon sky floating above it all.
Payne’s gray, raw umber, lavender, mauve, the white
Of some angel’s snowy robe.
“Ain’t nature purty?”