in the high up places

 

along a fast train,
up windy roads,
breathe thin alpine air,
and sigh -

white snow capped,
mountain morning view,
pine and log and cone,
birds circling -

snowboarding lover,
rugged up babe,
an anniversary,
wonderful company -

a stomach-dropping ride

to a biddy montane village

a one-room chapel with wood carved doors
and a tiny house of honey,

afternoon strolls
with dog and her frisbee,
her wagging tail
(and tongue, fur and everything)
is endless delight
to the littlest one -

many cups of tea,
window-watching,
chattering,
recipe-writing,
reflecting, sketching -
pausing...

breathing long and soft,
this brilliant high up place.