A dark raven caws
It rings dully in winter
Hailing the warm sun.
(Nate Kissingford)
Stuck in a cycle
Water that freezes and melts
Seems forever trapped
(Morgan Clark)
Roars and whooshing cars
divert my attention from
the mountain crying.
(Pallen McArdle)
Mountains surround me.
Over time, my eyes are drawn
more to the road signs.
(Bee Boykin)
The core reaches out
to seek forgiveness and gains
a conflicting gift.
(Pallen McArdle)
As wind passes through
the morning quaking aspen’s
Skeleton stands still
(Nate Kissingford)
Minds around me sing
Songs unique and mute to me
As we trudge along.
(Bee Boykin)