Sunday, March 11, 2007


You are a wildness, a mystery,
A trail to the bears;
The wandering of elk.

Somewhere the wind
Rushes as a river
Through the ponderosa;
The sun pours down between satin needles
To dapple your forest floor.

A sensuous spirit are you, an affirmation,
An embracer of life who’s given life:
A huge spirited woman.

I want to taste you, hike you,
Leave the kept lawns behind:
Cross you for miles
To pitch tent by your rushing stream.

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