the open field
expanding grasses
little creek sings
the hawks cry o’head
geyser steam rises
warms the scouring rush
your silhouette reflects
trees lining the bare
sun rising through
boulder lined
glacier giants standing
longs the days before.
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
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