Purple mountains
Pleat the sky
A town spread out below
Above are clouds
And grey-green woods
Bordering the snow.
Sunset painted river
Meandering yet swift
Birds riding on the evening breeze
Just above the rift
A tiny precious
Trusting hand
Held tightly in my own
Familiar pathway
Guides our feet
Cross needle and pinecone
©4/5/96 by Lucille Falk Miller
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