Wy’east in the West

WyEast

Wy’east lies dormant,
a Cascadian jewel.
Her fingers grasp the Trail.

Brothers to the north,
Sisters to the south,
atop a fault now frail.

Shining in the twilight,
shadows lean and leer,
at her blush of bare repose.

Her triggered temblor,
her wrath erupting,
onto Willamette greens below.