Monday, June 18, 2012

Tuckerman Ravine

 
A Word of Advice
 
The thin air of Tuckerman,
The rifleshot of subzero steps in the snow;
A cascade of ice melting
Into the grace of paired swans;
Silver green olive branches at the boundary waters,
The softness of late spring; 
Hold to that which brings you peace.

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