Jewels for Gale

Your friends say that I've not given you diamonds,
But they didn't see the fog freeze, delicate lace in the plain trees by the Rein.
Trees jeweled with lovely impermanence that disappeared with the sun.
Their house is so small, they say,
But we often set our tent in the  Rockies, the Tetons, the high desert.
The stars shown in their millions, layer on layer, infinite. 
Some mornings the sun painted the mountains red.
We drank our coffee in silence and beauty.