————-a long ago post with one of my favorite pictures with my older point and shoot. It was at beautiful Tahoe as the sun was setting.
Rock rooted,
granite gripped—
foothold firm against
wind, rain, and frost’s bite;
alone,
the crisp cold shaking your branch—
barely a shadow maker;
strong,
no companions to break the force,
barely a bristle raker against
wind, rain, and frost’s bite.
A p r o n h e a d -- Lilly Green 