Small town, simpler times
Deserted streets catch the glow
Christmas days gone by.
From High Country Haiku: Winter
“Beneath the snowdrifts along the road less traveled by lies a joyful epiphany… life will persevere. Such it is in dreams.” ~gwc
Serendipity (n) Today’s chance encounter with an elusive herd of Bighorn sheep. Once hunted to near extinction, now almost 600 roam the rocky ledges of the Never Summer Mountains along the Continental Divide.
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High Country Haiku - Winter
The sundrenched memory of golden leaves fluttering in the playful breeze of Indian summer fades, and the warm blanket of autumn departs as abruptly as a remorseful lover at sunrise. This time, there can be no mistake; winter has arrived in the High Country.
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