bright and sweet,
potent and clean as mint
the whistling tips of white pines
outstretching the first to the sierra sky
teasing the chipmunks with hanging fruit
toasting needles on white rock
perfuming the hillsides
Vanilla steeped and clean
flowing with the breezes
in and around the Juniper crags.
Quaking Aspens slow the pace
of land so big that sound escapes
in clear water, reflections of a violent past laid to rest
in peaceful and powerful moraines
Fire, Ice, Water and Time
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