Colorado comes to me
early evening breezes
refresh the air and the clouds frolic
in the crispy blue of the Columbine.
I remember the aspen leaves'
love of following
running with the wind.
And the gold rimmed horizon
streaking a sunset at the end of day
over majestic mountains (giving the word its meaning).
And the snow storm wore different outfits
gentle powder of the angels
whirling white wind and wetness
thrashing icy rain-slush-snow flurries.
Though far away, Colorado comes to me
and calls me to come home.
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Comments: 2
gentle powder of the angels". Lovely!