Stampeding ghosts

Sometimes the sky shapes itself out of thin alpine air, inspiring cheers inside my thick cranium…

The ancient eavesdropper

Stampeding ghosts

Ghosts stampeding across the abyss
of sky laced in fleshy pink incandescence.

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About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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6 Responses to Stampeding ghosts

  1. Fabulous poem and photo. I can see those stampeding ghosts. Brilliant!

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