Issue: "the storyteller"
mountains
strung together
in the distance
these blue beads
circling my wrist,
a metaphor
A Cherita Lighthouse Award
my life
stretches before me
like a ribbon of taffy
I choose
to taste every colour
of the rainbow
A Cherita Lighthouse Award
the light
of earthstar fungi
flickers along this trail
I have
never learned how
to be lost
moon-silvered
snowy owls shimmer
on the wing
they ask
nothing of us,
yet give everything
in the fernery
my breathing
deepens
I pause
for a moment
and let my lungs sing
the mountain
beneath my feet
consoles me
every burden
becomes lighter
at this altitude
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