View from the Green Mountain Trail with Thimble Peak & the Tucson Basin in the Background.
With Thimble Peak over my shoulder,
Here where fond climates and sweet singers suddenly
Come in the morning where I wandered and listened . . .
In the thistledown fall, I sing towards anguish
And freely go lost in the unknown,
Famous light of great and fabulous, dear God.
— Adapted from “Poem of October” by Dylan Thomas