The mountain sits.
The watcher waits.
The clouds slowly slowly slowly drift.
The watcher waits.
The mountain looks back unmoved.
A rugged peak punches a hole through the drifting clouds at Maroon Bells, Colorado.
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Your words and image are lovely, Julie! Both are poetry.
ReplyDeleteThank you Karen. I'm so happy you enjoyed them.
DeleteWow... Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThanks Pam!
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