The Plain Language of My Winter - April 12, 2025

Gary Hunter
Apr 12, 2025
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air is light and pure

the sun gently bakes the skin

breezes are typically friendly

hummingbirds can make you dizzy

people walk, wave, smile

breathe, smell and listen

to hushed movements, hidden

fragrances, wide open spaces

it’s hard to explain how

friendly the sun makes you

the greens seem grateful

and mountains, close and touchable

it is a quiet, peaceful place

and serenity comes

as a virgin experience

under a drinkable blue sky

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