Sunday, January 30, 2011


Over the cold lake the cloud banks
Are like mountains I have known
Or lived next to in a past life.

From a distance they belie
Their stuffing of ether
So that I hurry towards them
Eager for the heights.

In photo: matcha and baked oatmeal.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

May you wander in the beauty of the silken ether.