March clouds Windy wisps On a blue sky Will you sprinkle a soft white glow? Or are you really going to bury us in snow? — About the poem: So pretty, I thought, on this 50F day. Then, I heard the forecast of an upcoming snowstorm or two. Wait a minute!
Poem: A Ready Embrace
A ready embrace 100 mile smile Sighs to me Run, and Be Free — About the poem: That’s what it feels like living here, where the front range rests upon the plains. Ready with big open arms, with a relaxed, expansive feeling that anything is possible.