Here in the Canyon...

As shadows slowly begin to shift

I drive along the narrow rift

To find a place of solace

...here in the canyon.

My dog consumes the smells and sounds

Runs as if the deer abound

A trail of dust she leaves me in

...here 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.

...here in the canyon.

I wonder why it took so long

To seek the woods gentle song

That makes sadness a long lost foe

...here in the canyon.

Where all who need solace and peace belong.

...here in the canyon.

~Wrexie