Eagle’s Eye

The drive

Anything but methodical

Luscious mountains

Salt-n-peppered

With pine and

Recent snow

Stealing breath

I drive on

The road beneath

Serving as an

Entry point

Into the serene

Cracking my window

Feeling the air

Transform my breathing

Lighten my load

Bringing spontaneous

Ahh

Spirit quickening

I scoot down

The hill

Towards Nederland

A home in

The mountains

A mere 45 minutes

From my dwelling

A place to

Experience the

Tastiest of treats

And succulent coffee

Experiencing a

Spirit

Bold and poignant

Inviting in

It’s uniqueness

Locals

Being themselves

Dreads flowing

Piercings showing

A young man

With a deformed hand

Heading out

To ski

Proud and unstoppable

In his approach

To life

A radiant

You woman

Colored pencils

Sprayed out

Over the

Wooden table

In front

Of her

A family

Visiting from England

Soaking up the

Colorado comforts

Another young woman

Writing

Checking me out

Seemingly wondering

What my story

Could be

The rhythm

Groovy and Sensuous

Alluring to

My playful

Monkey soul

The depth

Peacefulness

Of the awakened

People

Causing my

Moon spirit

To soar

Floating above

With an eagle eye

Perceiving life

With the

Universe’s love

Rick Ellsmore

2.11.19

PS. The first eagle is downtown Westminster, the second ones were taken at Lake Arbor in 2018.

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