On Shanahan Ridge

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Shanahan is silent today.

No meadowlark or chickadee

Only the steady crunch

Of hiking boots.

I wade into your footprints

Knee-deep in pristine snow

Hair forming icicles

Breath misting in frosty air.

 

Copper sunset glows

Behind the peaks

Ponderosa pines

Embracing snow

Venus brilliant

Above indigo foothills

This February evening.



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This page contains a single entry by Alakananda Ma published on February 11, 2012 9:32 PM.

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