by Z.M. Weiss
Look at the texture.
Look at the form.
Volcanic rock and sandstone
Smothered over giant mounds of land.
Look at the trees.
Look at the flowers.
Green glows with the sun
and blossoming buds mature.
Listen to the wind.
Listen to the coyotes.
Both howl with delight
and disappear into the chilled night.
Touch the side of the plateau
and feel mountain spirit.
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nice job zack
ReplyDeleteI cannot thank you enough for publishing my poem! So, an infinite amount of thanks goes out to you!
ReplyDeleteThis is quite amazing! Lovely!
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