This week's Haiku Sunday from 14,000 feet above our normal life commemorates the 4th of July hike on Mount Evans and Summit Lake we took with the brilliant food travel writers Come due Maiali (like two pigs). I strongly encourage everyone to dive into their lovely blog and find out what happens when a Russian Princess meets an American Renaissance man and they begin to tango around the world.

If I only had

a brain said the scarecrow as

he leapt from his perch

Tapping and tapping

he stared out into the vast

empty parts of him

The haze was welcomed

after the sun had shone so bright

almost as the night

un po di neve

sulla terra della

montangna oggi

this tree is like me

said the man with the hair and eyes

younger than his age

grip the purple cap

pull it tight to the heart of it

then let it go slow

it peeked through the peak

hoping not to sleep or eat

just to meet and seek

icy black and cold

the swimming favors the bold

limericks get old

from the east to west

from the sea to the mountains

high as high were they