Grey and withering
Under a hot blue sky
First glass
Now wood
And the grass grows high
First glass
Now wood
And the grass grows high
I love a sky
Unobstructed
Cloud-filled and a little ornery
“It’s shaking me to bits!” the middle sister garbled, her tongue flapping against her lips.
“Quit your complaining!” croaked the eldest. “Would you two malcontents rather walk in this foul heat?”
The Colorado
Takes a pause
Between a hundred million days
Nature’s patterns
Repeat
In scale
And context
A Martian landscape?
Or an Earthly detail?
Like here, where the fires burned
In Yellowstone
And the sky shone purple
Above the sun’s yellow, turned
But time itself wields no might
But for agents of change
Like the workings of nature and her creatures
I am not alone on this journey
Many seek the limitations of their world view
There are few things more satisfying
Than sharing something new and beautiful
With family