Wednesday, July 11, 2012


Bleak and barren,
Cold rocks clinging to the sky,
Hush of the silent peaks,
No chirp of birds.

Tight the coat around me,
Winds can not dislodge,
A friend silent watch keeps,
Eyes to the west.

Fire on the ridge line,
Orb of golden hues,
Arise the dawn chariot,
Sunrise over the Sisters.

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