ballads of the mountain caps

some more creative thoughts

ballads of the mountain caps




When the blue jay sings she cries to the ties of steeper degrees: - from massive impact to gentle gratitude


When the winter snow drips its shrinyness, does it tip your wisdom to your creative stunt kite



When the winter snow coat wraps over the toasty rockies baking hotly in the high circulating sun



When bluejays swing on autumn leaves, are they just dancing to the grooves of the neighborhood stream?



When the bark comes fully un-rapped from the tunnels of the land maps



When the winter flowers sing of a thin frosty sting of cycling dreamyness



When does the field mouse outrace the fliers might, - of tingly hunger strikes



When does the trout bounce through the hole to freedom around the ice Fishermans snare to feeding himself



When the fish sleep where the glaciers dug deep and the minnows shimmer in the surfacing glitter