The rosemond post

Sunday, July 31, 2016

Mountains beckon us.

An impulse to go higher.

Climbing is a gift.

The breeze tells me so.

It is done and we've begun.

Healing forms a scab.

The sun can be cold.

Weighing movement and money.

Always choose the moon.

Blue sky and fresh air.
The cosmic cocktail we share.
Lucky to know you.

We stand on the bluff.

Light shifts for daytime's ending.

Mars is witness too.

Pauline Street Garden 4/12/16

Yes

Spring in Alaska

Fresh news

Sadness left

Youth disappeared

Future right

Study love

North revealed

Nature crushes