North of the Notch

I grab her when she is warm and light.

Lay my frazzled mind in the crook of her loving arms.

A quilt of many colors.

The pastels gather my worries up.

And, an unspoken promise to keep me from harm.


Stone pillars may hold back time.

Unpleasant reminders that the elements are unkind.

Only a minutes delay…

Between rain and shine.

North of the Notch.

The arctic air rolls in less promising fashion.

And, is offten unkind.

Only small passages between the bold and blustery…

Buries this fact in my mind.


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