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



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



i’ve tried hard for grins
as hard as they are to earn
(teen reality)

the garden goes on
far into September nights
when i make salsa


and another quiche
made by my girl while canning
consumed my evening

instructions, really?
i’ll pour it into a pan
and hope for the best

zucchini: the best.
it will make anything work
(yes, like my husband)

can you imagine?
finding this at age nineteen?
this gem of a love?


why, yes, that’s a bloom
after a summer snowstorm
they both still love me

from smoky skies to ice
all the devil’s handiwork
(Earth in humans’ grip)

after the sun sets
stars put on their midnight show
in dark sky country


always find water.
brings relief to a hot hike
or just a hot day.





i will hike alone
well my puppy comes, of course
we seek alpine lakes

yet i must admit
this elevation gain kills
forty-something legs

but when the lake shines
on my ever-happy pup
it is so worth it


he didn’t want to
(more rejection in my life)
still, he packed his bag

he doesn’t smile
it’s hard to tell what he wants
but it could be worse

and here’s our sunset
framed by glorious aspens,
soft breezes of love

garden donations:
(nice to have gardening friends
who offer seeds, plants)
