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ASHES

When I die,
don’t bury my body deep
with no living thing to see.

Take my ashes
and scatter them wide
across the mountaintops
and canyons
of the Divide.

Where I found my peace
in the solemn beauty
amidst the pines
and roaring creeks
of nature’s glory.

WARM DAYS

Warm days

floating on breezes.

The swift sway

of daffodils on the slopes.

 

Sunlight dazzling

in vivid white and yellow.

It illuminates daylight stars

dancing on the water,

sparkling the ripples

in spite of the stilled surface.

 

Drifting to sleep

are lazy dogs,

comforted by

the soft, cool dirt beneath them.

 

Birds are many,

flitting about,

chirping and tapping,

singing beautiful sounds.

 

The lumbering pines

soak the world in their deep scent

as the aspens let their leaves unroll,

priding a glossy green tint.

 

Clouds are absent

from the deep blue that

paints the sky above.

 

In an awed stupor we stand.

Just watching the amazing life

revealed before us.

 

To the mountain’s cratered edge

we’ve climbed.

Looking for only peace,

it is nature’s purity that we find.