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Morning, morning, fresh and new Oh the colors! Oh the dew! Bright new light infects the glass To drench the virgin hour with past The...

Eagle Eagle, gliding high Through the blueness of the sky What romantic, rose-veiled eye Traced thy wide-winged majesty? On what grounds...

My vision of a bed and breakfast Breakfast consisted of bustle, Of cottage whites and two-handled trays And a multitude of couples. The...

The steps of the motel office sparkled with ice - Blinded, lowering each foot like a soldier, up, straight down Mind on the coffee that...

Redwoods tadasana without a bend And lift their many arms to praise the day. I, so far below and meek before them Stand a little...

I’ve learned that sleeping in is a waste of time when you don’t want to. I’ve learned that breakfast included is actually a nice perk....

In the shadow of mountains My little car weaves in the gusts To my left, tiny roofs of toy houses Peek over the highway’s edge ...

To the dreams that have escaped me Like the lines that have blossomed At the least opportune moment: I’m glad to have known you For a...

I hiked Yellowstone today through the snow In my Asics running shoes because Although there was snow on the ground I thought I’d need the...

It’s 3:00 am EST and I’m sitting in a hotel in Rapid City I wonder where my heart would register If it could be tracked like postage....