The creek will run again
Snowflakes of April obscure
Mountain outlines at the
End of my lens

The creek covered and angry
With the wind
Many miles north the land is
Painted in brown and orange

In between all this–cliff edges
Sunlight on the rim of the storm
Clouds cast shadows, multi-colored
Earth draws my eye in circles

At home, then breathing after days away
Put my hands on the fur of my cats
My lips on my lover
And focus on life over landscape