Staring Out a Window
I do it a lot
Three-and-a-Half Hours
As I wrote, I followed the moon Across the black sky Outside my window From left, to right, Until it disappeared Beyond the frame. Nearly full moon above the Wyoming horizon. Continue reading Three-and-a-Half Hours
Mountain Bluebells
My roots are anchored In the rocky soil. My leaves curve upward, Wide and shivering. My petals are blue, And though they seem to droop I am not wilted, But the peel of my bells Has run away with the wind. Discussion I visited Fossil Butte National Monument yesterday and was distracted on my hike… Continue reading Mountain Bluebells
Staring Out A Window 