another blue

 the sky, the snow, the land
 the beaver dam
 i was too timid to cross
 little drainages
 one the beaver did not
 blue and blue and some red catkins
 the stream north
 and south
 shadow play
 gold and silver
 and magic to draw you in
the pantone postcard project
i am getting used to 
not being homebound by necessity
and love. 
strange freedom.