Snow grows where yellow leaves fall, to the heights of skunk cabbage along winding mountain trails. Wind blowing in a ravage, the trees dance inside it all. Through thick sheets of hardened ice spring blades of defiant green, a bluebird sky’s beckoning. From the ache of such stillness to the pain of new movement, the… Continue reading The Rhythm of It All
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Rocky VII
Some snowy lullaby inside a tribal Telluride, so I can take you to voluptuous grounds, where moons hang upside down. And I will melt down mountains with twice the electric timing. Hitchhiked with vans, white as my fingertips. Blow luck to bits— falling with stars— and me back home inside your arms. And I remember… Continue reading Rocky VII
Swamps to Mountains 