Rocky Mountain High

Apple Of my eye… Why did anyone name New York City The Big Apple? Surely they never saw The Rocky Mountains For these juicy peaks   Appear to be The biggest apples That my eyes have ever picked Rock Steady Silent witness Your jagged edges Pierce the sky Like a royal crown in sunlight RenderingContinue reading “Rocky Mountain High”

uneaten cookies

I love Being by Mountains They are like  So many needed things Like a gathering Of tribal chiefs Of wise, non-attached Observers Who remain steadfast in their element  N’importe quoi qui arrive They remind me That even the Earth Can rise like cookie-dough  And resist eating  Its own baking Mountains are like the cookies ThatContinue reading “uneaten cookies”