Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Go West Young Man..

“Gale”

When the east wind blew, I followed the storm.
I watched a baby sleep, bathed and warmed.
Gust of wind dumped white my head.
A color that is no color--a blinding glare.
A color I will never wear.
I saw sapphires in the snow.


Some cowboys house, Park City, Utah