Pachamama, we can only witness — your inspirations
welling up green and bright
when light stirs you
Overheard rhetorical question in the tiny Paonia post office this morning, a 55 degree day before another winter storm tonight: “Spring is on it’s way – eventually, right?” And then the rugged questioner turned, gray bearded and smiling, at me. I stopped walking for a moment, and smiled back.