glitter that is gold

only mount hood ghost-like on my horizon this morning

chill, pallid fog has muted the blue of portland’s west hills and pale

more distant cascade range

until flakes of burnished gold and snippets of vivid pink spurtle

like pinprick explosions of color to vouch for the coming of day

MaryJane Nordgren

Author of the Nandria Series, MaryJane is a retired family practice physician who grew up in the Midwest but now lives in the Pacific Northwest.

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