This Precious Fall
What do you WISH for today?
September 19, 2014
Día de los Muertos
October 1, 2014
My home, my valley, the San Juan Mountains of sw Colorado
This evening loved me like no other
its fingers on the wind,
stroking
every moment of this day
i hold
so perfect
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
2 Comments
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.