Sunday, February 10, 2008

From 6,000 Feet to Sea Level

On Friday when we woke up at Clair Tapaan Lodge, this is what we saw on our balcony.

Icicles reach down,
Pine trees rise up, carving a
Blue hole for the sky.

On Saturday morning, back at home, I took a walk and saw these poppies.

The poppy flounces
Her orange satiny skirt,
Stealing the sunshine.

It's spring!
Our state can be dizzying with all its different climates.

1 comment:

Marmee said...

I love your poems! The poppy's skirt is perfect personification! You gave me a momentary reprieve from the Midwest's gray skies, brown grass, dirty snow piles.