For a moment the mountain flushed

with color

even though it was winter

and noon on a cloudless day


as if perhaps

it had tugged at the quilted sky

with scree sloped arms, pulling it up 

and over a rocky chin so

abruptly that 

the fabric stretched and popped,

loosening at cliffs and crevices,

exposing both weave


and weaver

so that the dazzling

rushed through 

like a leopard freed 

of spots, 

appearing as the 


once disguised as 

a mountain.

Yurt dweller, parent, partner, writer. Knows some things about medicine, life coaching, teaching, and the wilds.

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