Wednesday, February 29, 2012


Mountains glisten

through a snow ridge dream.

Snow melting from the noon sun,

a day moon

peaking through clouds

of nuptials with nature.

A lonely heart;

a mountain stream

carrying a "49ers" pick.

Golden memories flowing between your

wonderfully shaped fingers.


rings of hope

and words

that traveled through my sifting trough.

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