on a bus riding home
from the windowin the distance
a low flying wedge of geese
a gray winter
trees striped bare
frames of other season turn in my mind
a light breeze stirring the waters on Diamond Lake
creating small white caps
the sweet smell of sage
gently wafting from the high plains prairie
mountain flowers wet with the weight of summer rain
glistening in the valley as if they were shellacked
the scent of Fall
gold leafed Aspen swaying silently to the song
of the mountain wind
frosted white clouds of breath
hanging momentarily
before dissipating
into the crisp cold air
footsteps crunching through a meadow of snow
on a bus riding home
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