Monday, February 6, 2012

Sitting on a Hillside in February

At the house the thermometer reads 20ºF,
here hour-old sun reaches between pines
exorcising frost from fallen needles.
On flatish ground above a boulder
my daypack becomes a make-do zafu
I sit gloves off, jacket hanging open, 
morning’s radiance a roiling glory
soaking through closed eyelids. 

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