Painting by Richard Rensberry
If I were a redwood,
I’d stand on a mountain shrouded in fog.
I’d be the tallest and grandest of all. Continue reading
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Forty Below
Painting by Richard Rensberry
Without warmth,
the sun is piercing bright.
My eyes burn, water and blur
blind and shut. They seek
the darkness and comfort
of earth beneath snow
as white and deep as January. Continue reading
Author Richard Rensberry 