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
TheWisdomYears.org 
This is so beautiful!! I love the word ‘azure.’ It’s up there for me, like ‘verdant.’ Thank you.
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