green pine / white sky / low morning / yellow dawn / the splintered heaven / of light falling through clouds / I stand in the dirt / and I look out at the mountains / and I feel the thin / ponderosa breeze / I smell the air …
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green pine
white sky
low morning
yellow dawn
the splintered heaven
of light falling through clouds
I stand in the dirt
and I look out at the mountains
and I feel the thin
ponderosa breeze
I smell the air and it is sweet
I’m not sure whether
to smile or cry
I used to walk the woods
and look for answers
but I was wrong
for there’s no need to look
to linger to long for
there is only here
between the quiet clouds
and the blush of red
on the aspen tips
