My home, my valley, the San Juan Mountains of sw Colorado
every moment of this day
This gift to mountain dwellers
this last warming light
before winter spreads its bony fingers
We will cling to warm mugs
we will cling to warm bodies
But not this afternoon,
this eternal perfect moment
Lovely poem, place and such gratitude – it’s infectious – enjoy!
Thanks Andrea. I can still see your twinkling eyes from our class. So great to have met you in person.
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