The end of summer...
 Beneath the snowdrifts along the rocky peaks of the towering Never Summer Mountains lies a joyful epiphany. Somewhere along the road less traveled by, future memories await in an alternate dimension known only to the enlightened as “Summerland.” Such it is in dreams. #summer #colorado
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Brief summer’s bounty / Alluring beauty of youth / Fades with setting sun. ~GWC  From High Country Haiku - Summer. Free on Kindle August 3 / 4. Happy Birthday M3...
Along the well-worn footfalls of the mountain trail, serenity draws you deeper into her pristine forest. Lured by the sound of rushing water as it cascades under an old wooden bridge, your path diverges on both sides of the riparian woodlands. Which road should you choose? Staring up at the blue sky filtering down through the shimmering leaves of the canopy above, you smile, knowing a simple truth in your heart - there is no wrong choice. High Country Haiku - Summer  Wildwood paths detach / Divergent resolution / There is no wrong choice.
Shivering cold rain / Hypnotic drone, huddle close / Parched mountains give praise.
Along the well-worn footfalls of the mountain trail, serenity draws you deeper into her pristine forest. Lured by the sound of rushing water as it cascades under an old wooden bridge, your path diverges on both sides of the riparian woodlands. Which road should you choose? Staring up at the blue sky filtering down through the shimmering leaves of the canopy above, you smile, knowing a simple truth in your heart - there is no wrong choice. Excerpts from High Country Haiku - Summer 
Wildwood paths detach
Divergent resolution There is no wrong choice. Lying on your back, a soft breeze rustles through the wildflowers among the swaying blanket of grass in an alpine meadow. You gaze up through the clouds at the snowy peaks of the Rocky Mountains, squinting to recognize the multitude of shapes that quickly form and then dissipate in the cobalt blue sky. Just as you close your eyes, a sharp clap of thunder rattles down the valley, jolting you from your daydream. As the rolling echo falls away, your mind channels the murmuring voices of the ancients, heralding a change of season along the Continental Divide – summer has arrived in the High Country. Excerpts from High Country Haiku – Summer. © 2012 Gary Wayne Clark. Coming soon… 
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