by Ruth Hill
Lingering, lengthening, lavender shadows
softly sadden the snow.
Rowdy clouds and swirling flurries:
shadows slide ’cross slithering drifts…
Deep trails flood and fill
with violet blue.
Sunny valley bottoms
are squeezed up into the starry sky,
until all the shadows touch,
and the world is still.
Luxuriate in the full text of Ruth Hill's lilting poem here, where you can also explore the insider perspective of a dedicated bicyclist.
Wow this is beautiful. The words perfectly compliment the picture! I would love to visit here someday.
ReplyDeleteAdd it to a list and make a plan! This photo was taken from the river walk at the edge of Livingston, Montana, about an hour from Billings, Montana, which has an international airport. Rent a car, and the blue sky's the limit!
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