The Gold Above the Ridge
A golden arc across the blue, A king in flight, a crown in view; He breaks the ridge in a blaze of gold, I flash my shutter and hope it holds; One clean frame and the mountain folds.
The Gold Above the Ridge
A golden arc across the blue, A king in flight, a crown in view; He breaks the ridge in a blaze of gold, I flash my shutter and hope it holds; One clean frame and the mountain folds.