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

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud -by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they

Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;

A poet could not be but gay,

In such a jocund company!

I gazed—and gazed—but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.