Dream Lake

the mountains have called 
and windswept lakes make us glow 
all these years later

Stay Gold

like a golden cloud
this aspen cheers up the pines
rather than pining

my pup, lake, camp, board:
seemingly perfect weekend
(calm before the storm)

the weather plagues me
sending wind when there was none
and stealing these views

if i could lift wings,
glide pelican-like, headfirst,
it wouldn’t matter

alas, i must walk
through all the humanoid storms
that we’ve created

a rainy weekend
yet with my loving daughter
nothing was flooded

sunset’s golden light
shines brighter in the mountains 
with my perfect pup

the mountains call us
with their peak views, quaking aspens
(listen for the call)

a midnight rainstorm
brought early this raging creek
and stole seed-planting

yet, cycle views burst
with blossoms of spring color
saving the lost day

ski season is done.
we’ll have to make do with yards
full of happiness.

our ski season ends
with bluebird jumps and peak views
(and a pinch of angst)

a Sunday ski day
is not equal to church time
(it's so much better)