blue, indigo, grey, silver and lavender

It is a Ted Kooser*  kind of day up here on the ridge.

I know that there are those who cannot imagine living 

in a place like this,

with it's deep cold and grey days and blustery winds...

but, oh,

this place brings tears to my eyes more times than I care to tell.

Is it blue or indigo or grey or silver or lavender?

Does it matter?

It's just here,

being gorgeous and uncomplicated and breathtaking.

Sanctuary.

xo

*Poet Ted Kooser, see Winter Morning Walks: one hundred postcards to Jim Harrison