Where trees imitate
art dressed in strokes
of landscape green
sheer cliffs sheathed
in gray as evening clouds
blur a blue sky
and reflecting waters
prickle diamond-like
aside the highway.
Rocky Mountains ebb
and flow as mist around
our asphalted path
words unable to escape
heralded by the strut
of bighorn sheep.
© Richard L. Provencher
Comments
Highhat | April 9, 2011 - 15:25
This is a beautiful picture you have painted with your words. I enjoyed it very much. Thanks
;)Pia