Penstemon Honey

One of the joys of alpine climbing is to come upon penstemon blossoms in places where such delicate beauty is improbable – a thousand feet above a scree field in a vertical crack filled with ice for half the year. Life’s persistence is an affirmation inspiring both humility and joy. I thank editor Laura Stone for including my poem in The Tiny Seed Literary Journal.

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