drove down to the tetons
just to see what orange leaves
looked like,
it's hard to remember when
you're surrounded by
lodge pole pines
all the time
we drove slow on the
way back, feeling
the summer slip
between fingertips
as we cruised
along the curving
hips of lake yellowstone
when i discovered the
shot i felt as if i had
borrowed your vision
for just a moment
steady now, don't miss,
the colors layered in
a way i know i won't
ever see again
a single elk stood near
a spruce, separating
serenity from sea swell
the perfection of
a mirrored image,
nature overwhelming me,
not once, but twice
absarokas are beginning
to stand tall stage right
and i'm watching a horizon
that never seems to fade
click, i snap a shot, but
really i've found myself
in a world that can't ever
truly be captured