Primitive religion is not believed, it is danced!

Arthur Darby Nock

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning

Saturday, July 2, 2016

Every moment

Every moment, a new beauty.

the morning sun
bursts into the new day
vibrant rays
racing each other through the trees
shafts of fire
setting ablaze the grass and bringing
the vibrant purples of the lupine

Aspen twirling in the wind
an eagle, wind hovering
in cobalt blue

light glistening on Hurricane creek
diamonds dancing down the canyon

a little buck
nubs only
stands in adolescent splendor
golden brown against the green

an owl hoots
his haunting call
echoing through the hot dusty

killdeer dancing
quail scurrying
cats pouncing
horses dozing

coolness coming
darkness falling
coyotes laughing

sun setting
one last gasp
then gone

every moment
a new

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