August 17, 2015. I am home again from travels that took me away from the daily humming norm of to-dos. Time at 9000 feet elevation (think cool) dry-camping (think frugal water use) surely shifts one’s focus. Up above Cloudcroft NM there is no hurry. Time to sit, reflect … write a couple of poems!
I’m including two poems in this post – both written in the presence of the pictured remains of a pine. The term for a fractured tree of this sort is “snag”. This one certainly snagged my attention. I found it while wandering on day two, and it became my little sanctuary for daily journal sitting.
stepsandpauses 