Month: June 2021

This morning, a walk up Mount Wanda,

Summer brown – early this year. 

Up the long path to the top –

A windmill, high and lonely,

Turns and listens

As the earth crunches beneath our feet,

As we circle, again and again,

The azure sky draped overhead.

Here, tired from the climb – our lives have led  to this! –

We stop – and breathe.

Mary Elyn Bahlert, June 6, 2021

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