Up here there is no shelter
from the sun or storm,
only rock, grass, wild flowers,
water, and the tree line
far below. I sit like a guru
gazing across the valley
at mountaintops miles away
who, like stone masters,
disregard my glance, impart
wonder beyond description.
the storm is fierce,
but mountains know
not to resist.
** Photo: Mount Bierstadt, August 5, 2017
mountains stacked
upon mountains.
layered rows of rock
compressed by time
and the crushing
weight of trauma
and energy,
colliding to create
a scarred version
of perfection.
** The photo was taken a few days ago after hiking just below the summit of Mt. Bierstadt in Colorado.
My wife and I love the mountains. Leaving here in a few days will be difficult, but I have plenty of pictures and memories to jump start my writing when we get home.
So I’ll be on vacation for the next several days. The triple digit Texas heat is a great excuse to get out of town and head to the mountains. My posts over the next several days will either be photos or repeats…but hopefully inspiration will strike.
Be well and write on. You never know what the next word will uncover.
Anthony
Photo: Windmill farm in West Texas.
Awaiting the Images 