Whichever Way the Wind...

The days are growing longer again
Sun is off someplace behind a layer
Of thickest rain-clouds, and the golden fields
Drink, and in return give off a
Green magic glow...
Wildflowers will bloom soon
To line the road of my path out of town...
Blossom fields slowly submitting to blankets
Of mountain snow
As I migrate northward...
A few weeks of Oregon rain
Kept warm by the warm firelight of truest friends
After that...off to Colorado, it appears...
Where I have been invited to work the growing season
West of the Rockies, in a beautiful
Red mountain canyon...
With beautiful people who emanate Love
And beautiful memories
Which have never ceased to inspire me...