Wednesday, September 18, 2013

There's a certain slant of light.

My favorite time of day
is when the sun is about to set,
and the slant of light
lands just so on the mountains.

And then they are lit up golden brown
and reddish,
and every crack
and crevice
and corner
draws its own long shadows
on the glowing rock face.


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  2. Oh, I'm so homesick! Maine is beautiful, but it doesn't have the Wasatch Mountains!