Emigrant Pass

Look toward horizons
from every direction
and feel the sun on your face, your back & 
swimming over the backs of your arms.
Feel the wind move over
the gargoyle faces,
guarding  nests.
They seem timeless.
Birds of prey take flight,
drawing mystical circles on a
blue sky and then dip
toward the earth.
It takes your breath away.
You pause in silence.
You take one last look at the
patterns of colour stamped;
lichen on stone;
and descend,

1 thought on “Emigrant Pass

  1. I LOVE these words!!!! They must be yours…I can feel it!
    I can also feel a beautiful pelican painting waiting to surface for the world to see.
    She Paints Blue

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