“The pale blue evening light of fading shadows crashes violently against the hill behind the town—facing radical orange and poisoned greens. It steams upward against a bluish sky that has swallowed every cloud in this modern summer May.” Contemporary PoetryPoetic ProseAtmosphericVivid ImageryVisual WritingAesthetic LanguageColor SymbolismModern NatureSeasonal ReflectionsSurreal Landscapes Book:The Willow Song Source: The Willow Song