I am greeting September with a quiet poem for my readers. The bustle of summer is now past. Here in Colorado our mornings begin with chilled autumn like temperatures. Spots of orange are appearing on the scrub oak and the aspens are tinged with golden on their tips of their leaves. So now make a … Continue reading
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Evening Tour
Walking under the magical light of a lavender dusk; the crushed shell road crunches under my weary feet. I am alone, with thoughts that blow and swirl around to the incessant voice of high tide, as if placing one step ahead of the other gives the trusted answer. Scoured by raw salty winds, aged by … Continue reading Evening Tour
