Bio Note: When I travel west to visit our son I am always impressed by the land and the sky and dry air...so different from the usual eastern woodland home where we put down roots and find a humid joy hidden in this unsettled world.
Above the pines geese fly Navigating the middle river. Clouds mix in a blue bowl. Two meditate. One rises, Walking with an arthritic limp. The hill continues silent. Whispers the wind to a pine, Ha! The old man aches, A storm brews near.
©2022 Douglas Brown
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