you can’t understand
the traffic-less upstate life
till you’re on the road
the road with vineyards
and wineries everywhere
the empty lake roads
you can’t understand
waterfalls till you’ve seen these
cutting out gorges
if you knew, you’d know
just how perfect this place is
(it’s carved in sandstone)
but you’re not here, right?
so let me spill this clear view:
it’s a waterfall
it’s a waterfall
that feeds this glacial magic
(also named heaven)
carrying kayaks
down for a pup-and-paddle
oh the lake, the lake
a day on the lake
clear, glistening perfection
formed by hills, glaciers
with a loving pup
and our nearly-grown daughters
the day is a gift
a morning cycle
finished with a lakeside day
breezy adventure
the most perfect park
the most perfect afternoon
marred by words, actions
my innocent girl
who only wanted this day
not a broken mom
but it's just a blur
one day bleeds into the next
watered with defeat
sunset’s golden light
shines brighter in the mountains
with my perfect pup
an eight-mile walk
through Colorado’s beauty
even before blooms
the mountains call us
with their peak views, quaking aspens
(listen for the call)
no disturbance here
queen cat doesn't mind sawing
from her planted throne
rainy Mother's Day
(cantaloupe aches for planting)
my babies: plants, pets
