She

Her beauty
like the rugged hills and icy country draws
is simple, yet resplendent.

Two meadowlarks in a ponderosa pine.
A serpentine sun.
The life trickle of a clear stream.

See the turn in the creek?
Where does it begin and end?
In the field a volunteer sunflower jumps from the soil.
Crack open its stem, smell sky and earth and everything inbetween.

Life is to be noticed.
Sun rising, earth warming
life reaching, breath floating.

Tonight in the garden I think," what if"
and watch the fire lick the smoky air.
The moon looks over all of us.
Tomorrow may she emerge.