her ancient hallowed visages enshrine his divine morning light revealing their unending marriage
his wind-driven rain and ice weather the signature of seasons deeply etching her face
her birthed children play amid gravity's attraction populating her shoulders
his relentless currents pulse through her cavities conceiving their offspring
and as gleaming white aspen flutter yellow-butterfly leaves and dance on her curves
and as rainbow-shimmering trout glide through his flowing heart and dance in his stream
i feel their presence living within juniper and boulder and i dance in this moment
an october morning drive through wind river canyon. the creators are near between between echoing cliffs. i bow my head in the reverent offering of words.