HIGH COUNTRY
(Waldeinsamkeit)
half a dozen
snow crested mountains
beyond the uncompaghre
pierced the clear
blue skyline
a warm
mid-morning sun
glazed their peaks
in a golden hue
cold crisp
wisps of air
swirled in the ethereal
while we trudged
amid knee-deep snow
in search of blue spruce
what beauty
what serenity
what wonder
it was to be alive
in this high country paradise
with my father
so very long ago
© Breyel, Timm. “High Country.” All rights reserved.
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