Time in a mirror

White-tip mountains, majestic, stand tall. Images of trees, reflections of clouds in blue. Birds in flight look down to see years gone by, years still to see. Leaves of green, brown, yellow and red, reflect as they float to their winter bed. Footprints in snow of squirrels and deer. The […]

Someday a mountain

I’m going to be a mountain someday and just stand all the time stalwart and mighty collecting crystal’s from heaven and dispersing them ever so gently kindly and impartially to thirsty fields below I will rise to alpine stature I will be a mountain firm and ever a humble beacon […]