Monday, March 12, 2012


Dusty orange carpets spread
under the Ponderosas.
These March days, so indecisive,
cold winded, all in between,
the orange is glorious.

The trees drop cones on them
trying to hide their wealth.
They glow anyway,
Western serapes,
an open invitation
to this rough world.


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