“Sometimes it seems the universe wants to be noticed.”
~ John Green, from The Fault in Our Stars ~
A sign at the bottom of the trail
promised a view,
so we trudged up the slope
of bare, black rock.
We reached the top and gasped
at the vista suddenly revealed:
soft pillows of fog
filled the crater below.
Ribbons of pink and orange, yellow and green,
arced over the mist.
A fog bow; a bridge to fairyland.
A trillion stars carpeted the sky above,
Mars dazzled, outshone them all.
Such beauty’s otherworldly,
the cosmos puts on quite a show.
© Catherine Flynn, 2014
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