California Notebooks, Sept 2013


the mountain is brave indian red
no doubt deep between the lines
as well as on the surface
concealed in full sunlight
before the nightly grey darker
than midday’s impossible glare
the wait was proven worthy
wrist hurting at time
sipping away
in a sunburst pattern
of red and ocher hues some
green to avert belonging
the soul flows enwombed
tones reflected the mountain
itself reflecting today


their skin their
gazes those silences
pregnant of respect




8 responses »

  1. Love this poem! “…indian red no doubt deep between the lines…” Excellent! I look forward to reading more…and your photography is breathtaking! And thanks for stopping by my blog…I really appreciate it!


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