Canadian Woods

The horizon is a slash
of colours as ladder steps
crawling one above another
dusk grinning at the
end of another day. Gone
are logger-assaults
and front-end loaders
tormenting an expanse
of primal timber
where burnished pines
sentinel along ridges of tundra
wilderness a domain
of ancient sunsets
reddened sky turning a
yellowish tinge to daytime’s
dim. From our canoe
faces pause in complete awe.

© Richard L. Provencher