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EARTH DAY: APPRECIATING WILDLANDS
Lost Days in the Mountains
Are found days for the soul
The High Lonesome Trail
needed company today
so I’m here for it on a ringing morn
in this world of sun and snowy lake
no plans today and none to make
Raptors with pale breasts patrol
an ether sky of sapphire blue
morning soft and still and new
scent of incense cedar and pine
carries on the wind
I sit by bell-clear glistening waters
bluestem grasses swirl the shore
breeze a shiver upon a mirror
red sun dawdles among the trees
and rests upon a ridge of light
Winds stampede herds of waves
white horses gallop across the way
and kick up rainbow light and spray,
closing my eyes to the day
they seem a passing rain shower
I think that I may stay till night
and watch the mountains play with light
as evening steals the sunset’s gold
I’ll reach out for the starry glow
as the…
