Monday, December 27, 2010

-Traveler-
1. 
How softly distance paints the Rockies.

Behind us the echoes timelessly dissect  
Our past impressions in young disobedience.

The distance brushes 
An orange tincture to the peaks.
The mountain’s ember. 
The sweep of the valley is lightly-
Colored.
2.
What warms from the hearth 
Is what moves through the room
Is the warmth of the wood
At the strike of the fire.
What warms at the hearth
Is what lives in the room 
Which is finding its way
From the smoke of the wood.
                                           for the girls of Colorado 17
                                          Denver, Boulder, 1969?






                                       

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