A fresh rhubarb pie

Bursting with sweet tartness

Melting in my mouth

The sky is roaring

Cool breath across the mountains

Shaking the aspens

Why for she inquired

Simply because he replied

Then let’s get going

Music of the land

Old stories of everyday

As the train rolls by

When spring yields summer

All is bright with confidence

And blooms faced sunward

Masks and downward eyes

Searching for a connection

Together again?

When the mountain fell

Tahoe was born in the void

Cerulean awe

Sweet manzanita

Brewed in the Sierra sun

Fills me with fragrance