Posted in California, Poetry, Prose, Prose California

The Canyon

South Fork, Middle Fork

Desert-like, Forest-Green
Mountain Sees them

Many river stretches
waysides, boulder aisles
soft meadow reaches
soft autumn tones

Red Maple abstracts
yellow willow scatters
blue water, blue sky
blue day

Cold Aspect harbors
sunless northern slopes
green fern, orange
green moss dripping
green day, here

All these colors complete

Fall into….

that lead to road’s beginning
somewhere, somewhere

My road leads back

Brief, as life sometimes seems
these days
so fade

Goodbye, Goodbye
the colors that I take with me
the thoughts
the essence, of this day

This day and I…. Remain

25 September 1985
Kings Canyon National Park



Just an American lost in Denmark. The past few weeks being back in the good old USA. It is like Aliens have taken over my mind, changing it from what I knew to what I know. It might be the heat, or it might be the influence of hearing English 24 hours a day, but whatever the cause, it is only temporary while dealing with this time and space.

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