Clouds shine with pink hues
Front range reflects morning glow
Cotton candy sky
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Clouds shine with pink hues
Front range reflects morning glow
Cotton candy sky
Gazing up at stars
Catch myself falling backward
Sit and stare in awe
Black ink sky at night
Countless stars fill the heavens
Sit in awestruck quiet
Rocking on the porch
Waiting for deliveries
We’re on mountain time
Travel trailer stuffed
Impatiently waiting start
Mountain road trip calls
Mountain tops glisten
White with the last of spring snow
Runoff fills the streams
Tight green lilac pods
Fuzzy buds on aspen trees
Spring, let me grow too
Spring sprung over night
Trees budding, grass turning green
Flocks singing at dawn
Headlamp lights my path
World reduced to ten meters
Look forward, step high
Conflict comes and goes
I’d rather dodge it and hide
Yet it circles back