Colorado

For Dad....

The mist caps the mountain,
a ghostly moving cloud that first  hides then
reveals pine trees clinging to the sides.
Flanked by granite as old as time,
jutting out like the craggy faces
of old men.
Dancing bright green Aspen signal
spring, while patches of snow still
dot the giant hillside.
Winter can still be felt in the icy
lakes that echo the sky, deep, blue and clear.
You could sit and just breathe
soaking in God's wonderful gifts
for hours.
Perched on a sun warmed rock with
nothing but the wind and a swift moving stream
to make a melody of nature...soothing..
relaxing..making you feel a part of
something much bigger than yourself.


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