As Wayne and I ascended from the local aiport in Colorado Springs to our hotel, the air grew cooler and crisper. The familiar western skyline of towering mountains filled the view as we drove. Already I felt inspired to breath deeply, open my eyes wider, and let the panorama and clean air rejuvenate.

I feel so grateful, so blessed.

Serendipitiously, two ideas for poems downloaded in my brain (or heart); I scrambled to find a pen to scribble them down.

Poetry

I love the bare wire of an

old-time clothesline with a few

sunbleached and weathered wooden

pins dangling upside down–a golden

cord drapped at one end and

next to it, the frayed shred of

a windbeaten, purple scarf

flapping in the breeze.

Rocky Mountain High always delivers.

This week Wayne and I are attending a Messianic Jewish leaders’ conference on Jewish Apologetics, taught by Dr. Michael Brown  (http://www.icnministries.org/).

I’ll inflict you with the second poem tomorrow.