Mountain Medicine

Poems From The Porch

50° in July

clear blue sky that looks like infinity

the clarity of a mountain morning

blue spruce and aspen

magpie calling into complete stillness

the day inviting the sediment of travel and everyday life

to settle into the peacefulness of no requirements

I can smell hiking, ranching, rafting, and the pristine streams flowing,

the distinctive fragrance of being embraced by Mother Nature.

It tastes of wild, embodied life,

fresh and unfettered,

a salve for the soul.