Gray Sky, Over Snowy Fields,
Sunlight on Far Hills
In Their Flat Grey Light
I Felt Memories Stir and
Tumble, but Slower
And Tonight I Cooked
A Dish We Shared When There Was
No Time or Distance
Crossing the High Plains
I was Unprepared for the
Religious Training
Cleansed in Molten Shades
Of Summer Green, Sienna
Grass and Golden Wheat
I Was Ready
When the Mountains First Appeared
For Genuflexion
Evening Clouds Feathered
Across the Sky in Lumened Grey,
Lightest Rose, and Cream
Watching Farms and Fields,
Forests and Sky Passing By
Whispering Meaning