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.