This Precious Fall

My home, my valley, the San Juan Mountains of sw Colorado
My home,  my valley, the San Juan Mountains of sw Colorado

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

  1. Andrea says:

    Lovely poem, place and such gratitude – it’s infectious – enjoy!

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