When winds of the Great Beyond
penetrate the meadow-depths
the Sacred Earth caresses
her out-thrust mountain curves
in fingers of paintbrush flowers
waving lazily in the breeze
But sometimes
she gets carried away
digging her painted fingernails
into the shoulder of his sky
in a great primeval union
that rays forth all of life
Photo: Rosy Paintbrush blooms, Snowy Range, WY; June 30, 2012
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