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Mother and her sons

explore a small mystery

Looking and learning

From wind-bitten lands

down into the realm of trees

a golden pathway.

I had just spent almost all of the previous five days above timberline on the Colorado Trail and finally descended to a lower elevation and the golden glow of Autumn in the San Juans.

A Prairie Falcon

It just ate another bird

One dies so one lives

Charming lil’ pika

The cutest critter out there

Sounds like squeaker toy

Winter woodland walk

Little dog with a big heart

recons what’s ahead

Hometown Women’s March

Many signs. Many voices

all across the land

The sun has gone down

Better not sleep here tonight

Polar Bears nearby

I stop and listen

The marmot at his pulpit

says save public lands

Forever changing

brightly colored reflections

dancing in the waves

Near day’s end. Alone

on a shadowed landscape

I walk toward home