Aspens bristle. In morning sun… Which way do I look?
Uphill. Our foots follow… Many others
Saturday drive. My eyes fill with… Mountain haze.
Distant mountains. Beckon to my every move… Sunshine.
Mountain trail. Can’t. Get away… Darn technology.
Empty stare. At Flatirons… Quite alright.
Familiar scene. I climb another… Time around.
Blue sky. Can’t resist… Another mountain walk.
Sun. I soak it in… Mountain air.
Mountains… Beyond the urban madness I see quiet
Sunshine… Its beauty spills …Mountains unmoved
Majesty… Of Flatirons …Picking dog poop
Pass so near Yet so far… Rumble overhead
Evening glow Across mountain scene… My mind now at ease
drone of this meeting… mountains beckon
Afternoon sun, I soak in The mountains instead
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