palisades shrouded in mist
its sacredness seeps into my bones
and I stand in reverence
If The Liminal Could Be Seen
Building Blocks
one lone piece
of our river valley
mountains and palisades
The Sunset Shines Up
a pink spotlight
from the palisades
shines into the divine
Atop The Palisades
evergreens
hold back the sky
from falling over the edge
Palisades
ledge edge
defined by snow
precarious perfection
Mountain Children
palisades reveal
the peaks and sheers
of this Appalachian’s child
Duty
in service
to the season
cliffside color clings
Palisades
sacred spot
where eagles teach
flight
Rooted in Rock
hair of gold
atop the granite face
smiling palisade
Beneath The Palisades
barn catches
the morning sun
another beginning begun
Midst
December rain erased the snow
leaving palisades in the misty midst of grey
Palisades
eagles nests
affirm
this sacred place