Cadillac Dorr Alive
Past the nearby
rose granite
slope—
a desert mountaintop alive
in iridescent
air, amid the most delicate
scent of sun-roasted
evergreen—and beyond
jack pines over
the coasting spruce
mountainside, two
cerulean silhouettes
range
beneath a fair September sky.
All this and
I’m alive.
~Son Rivers 2005
2 comments:
I can smell the sun-roasted evergreen and feel the expanse of the view.
I've read a number of your poems and enjoy your porlific and varied output, plus I'm a wine lover, too.
I prefer to post as Garnet from GlitteringMuse, but cannot because it's not a "blogger.com" account. Would you consider opening comments up to include every blogger?
Thanks very much David.
I changed the settings recently because of a rush of spam. But now that Blogger has added the word verification feature, I'll change it back.
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