Schäfler Ridge
Seen & scribed August 2020
i remember the bees in the land of sharp peaks in the space where the sky shows melting popsicle smears i remember the trees rays of light on their tips pointed pines in the shape of golden arrowheads i remember the wind at the height of purple mist a mighty force a wild song — it brought to me to my knees
Poetry by Sarah Mirabile-Blacker



Nice photo and lovely image!