A Teton Sunset
Sage fills the valley as cracking ground thunders
pointed peaks rise through clouds of colors
majestic beauties roam an ancient path
one buffalo follows two days past
golden wings soar on the mountain breeze
mating Hawks circle each other with ease
playful paws pounce amongst setting brush
silly coyotes taunt their dinner, no rush
mere dangling moments of twilights in time
magnificent sunset, a Teton rhyme.
This is the second poem of a series of my adventures living in the forests of Wyoming across from the Teton Mountains. I promised a piece to Sherry Blue Sky from Poets United. Sherry, I decided to write of the adventures in a series for there are so many things to express one mere poem cannot pull it off. For example, one late night where beady eyes circled my camp and my dog stood her ground is a poem all in its self.
The first poem of the series My White Stallion
posted for One Shot Wednesday week 29 at One Stop Poetry
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The first poem of the series My White Stallion
posted for One Shot Wednesday week 29 at One Stop Poetry
join the fun or stop by and read some great poetry
