the dragon in my rock
will never hatch
Yesterday I climbed Spruce Knob—the 2100-foot summit of Tussey Mountain above the Little Juniata Water Gap in Rothrock State Forest—for the first time since September. It was warm in the sun, but the cold kept seeping out of the boulders. A particularly musical train horn provided the ah-ha! moment here, but didn’t make it into the final draft. Some other drafts:
landscape with train whistle
and the cold hearts
of boulders
cold seeping
out of the rocks
blue mountains
ridge and valley
my rock growing colder
the longer I sit
Woodrat photohaiku 