A Muted Landscape

sometimes, just the slightest hint of color

is enough

We woke to a white world today in Denver, Colorado. More snow is expected overnight.

I walked through a muted landscape this morning.

The purity and silence of white was my One Good Thing.  

Middle of the Night (A Poem for Samuel)

soft shell

of flesh and bone

warm against my heart

rubber neck and bobble head

nuzzle on my shoulder

quiet sighs of milky breath
spin a lullaby
both of us drowsy

in middle-of-the-night's
velvety cocoon

Spent a few days (and nights) enjoying Sam, now 6 weeks old. 

In the Eye of the Beholder

Last week, I hiked up a trail surrounded by aspens barren of leaves.

Fall does not last long in the mountains of Colorado.

When it snowed this weekend, icy hearts formed among my sedum.

The baton was passed.

The beauty of winter is upon us.

Dawn

night's veil lifts

rouged peaks blush with light

shadows of doubt disappear

birth of a new day

I took these photos at dawn last week before snow fell both in the mountains of Summit County and in the city of Denver. I don't have a direct view to the east from my Breckenridge house, but I can see the effects of dawn on the Tenmile Range to the west. The weather has turned cold and damp - fall is rushing out the door. Winter arrives offering its embossed calling card. 

I wave goodbye as I say hello.