Tuesday, March 26, 2019

Another way through (Day 797)

More than one mountain, there is
more than one pass,
sometimes buried in everlasting snow,
sometimes glowing with all the fires
of sunset, there is
always another way through,
from blue-black cedared ravines,
a desert, scoured smooth, descends,
where orchards bear promise 
of new beginnings, where, before 
snowmelt subsides, vineyards blush 
to think of autumn’s heady wine.

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: Picryl

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