Winter lingers on the mountains
lichen greens the birch bark
the air hints of spring
Room
In the open space
dreams collect like clouds
creating my horizon.
Many Mountains
When I know
the shapes in the distance
I know where I am.
Outcropping
The granite ledge
makes itself known
by refusing all trees.
Horizons
Standing in the quiet of the field
in the gentle morning light
the mountain range rests in soft clouds
all is as it should be.
July Morn
Threatening skies
don’t intimidate
wild grass
Horizon
My feet feel an earth drained of her color.
My mind’s eye imagines greens below blue skies.
