Wednesday, December 11, 2024

Drive to Hanle

Burnished boulders in umber, gold 

Layer hills that incessantly unfold.


Indus curves gently to the right 

In colors of jade and frozen white.


Cobalt skies are clear now

Blinding Sun searing above.


Ochre grasses sway out of sight

Poplars rise in groves of naked white.


Willows sport a rusty crown

Wilderness spreading far and down.


Heart is silent in all this wonder

Emptiness sitting in wordless slumber.




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