Tuesday, October 16, 2012

morning in the mountains

The valleys exhale soft and long
The sweetest, gentlest, earth-born yawn
Caressing fern and pine and stone
Rolling, reaching upward

This weather is perfect for camping. The mountains are calling me, but I can't answer. It kind of hurts. Writing is as close as I'm getting. I love to walk up the mountain before the sun is up and watch the mist curl upward.

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