Living in Colorado for the vast majority of my life is probably what destined me to be a poet. Inspiration is everywhere, especially in the Rocky Mountains. So naturally, (pun intended), I feel drawn to nature. It's hard to call a place without mountains home. Someone once asked me "Do you ever get used to the view?" And I could happily respond with "No. It becomes more beautiful each time you get a glimpse."

I found my breath among the treetops

of the mountains I have climbed

and along the journey

one question plagued my mind

how is it possible to both find

something and lose it

all in the same second?

in the moment that I paused

to catch my breath,

the awe of my surroundings

took it away once more

in the daytime there is chatter

of the birds and wildlife

but I much prefer the sonnets

of the crickets in the night

a million stars above you

and a sea of city lights

the mountains are a poem

from God, to us, he writes.