Dry cordwood stacked, I crave
unpredictable clouds of change,
the cold and ice, the hail and rain
and the look of snow-capped green,
black cattle grazing an angry gray—
fancy whiskey in a glass with you
inside, woodstove sucking air to flame.
No matter what the pundits say,
it doesn’t change a thing.
And there is no other life like it, John! We are so fortunate to live where we do!
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Wow! Did you capture that beauty over the ridge!? Beautiful! I have a few shots of an upside down rainbow after a snowfall the day before! Your poetry definitely defines your life style. Very nice! Blessed!
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A rainbow like a magic wand setting the hills alight. Looks as if there’s a faint double, too. Great shot.
Lovely image and poem. Thank you John.