Sunday, November 21, 2010

Here in the Canyon...

As shadows slowly begin to shift
I drive along the narrow rift
To find a place of solace in the canyon.

My dog consumes the smells and sounds
Runs as if the deer abound
A trail of dust she leaves me in in the canyon.

I see an artist sketch a scene, still as a barren tree
He turns to tell me not to fear, it is just he
Only there to capture light
Across the river among the fallen leaves of autumn. in the canyon.

I wonder why it took so long
To seek the woods gentle song
That makes sadness a long lost foe in the canyon.

Where all who need solace and peace belong. in the canyon.


1 comment:

CI-Roller Dude said...

Wow, you write so well!