Mountain poems

 FLOWERS
They seem so delicate, a single step will kill them.
But they rest under months of snow when strong trees bend.

WINTER MOUSE
Under my warm snow I watch the trees burn holes and the ice as the water cycles underground and I tunnel up to the surface to run.

1 comment:

  1. I think we should find a way to share these with the rangers at Mt Rainier!

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