19 March 2014
Seeing Red, Missoula, Montana
Montana, she had never before noticed the abundance of red brush growing in varied regions of our fair state. The visual spareness of almost-spring perfectly sets off such vibrant infrastructure. This close-in view (yes, dear sister who will wonder, the shrub embraced me, plus anchored me from further leaf-mold slip down the bank) brings to mind Jacob's speckled sheep sticks; perhaps a boon of herefords are headed this direction.
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"visual sparseness of almost-spring" is lovely alliteration. Evocative of Gerard Manley Hopkins, a fav poet. This sister thanks you for staying safe if you insist on climbing down to the water level of an (almost) raging river.ReplyDelete
Thank you, dearest. There was a shriek in the early part of descent, thanks to unexpected underlayer of slick leaf mold; you would've been proud,ReplyDelete