Live finds a way-- Ponderosa Pine in Basalt Rock; poetry and...
Father Winter's fortress of snowflakes
Rest your eyes.Sooth the soul.
Beauty so subtle:
warming climate brings beetles–
my needles, me, die
"Here, the place;
Rest, my shade;
Drink, a wave;
Soothe, your way."
Imagining what I might find at the park today, I hope...
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thirty mile long fishing, boating, swimming, wildlife paradise