Lost Lake

round the bend



lake curve



the wind




scree chute



up the face



sweeping skyward



vertical lake



the path



peeking over



north east of Red River

greeetings from the fall

hello from the stormy southwest mountains where busily I make art,
tend garden and chase rainbows - .

plum -

the gold time

rise and shine



long grow the nights and cold



listening for whispers



hidden along the fold