Monday, January 2, 2012

The Cascades on New Year's Day

It would be easy to fall
flat down on the ground
and worship the mountains.
The clarity, the whiteness—
An inner drummer awakens
at the sight of them,
beats out earth’s slow upending
from its molten heart
to the bright sky,
a reborn incantation,
this dazzling white.

1 comment:

  1. Lovely. I love your twist on the different drummer theme.

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