Welcome to My life in the shadows



 
A STILL LIFE
 
Up here
On the top of the Rockies
spattered beneath buck brush
and ancient aspens
lay yellow and red leaves
still and motionless
covering Mother Nature
like one of Mother’s
old Indian blankets.
Below me
a wild mountain stream laughs
between roots and rocks
boiling pure and clean
as nature itself.
Now the cold breath
of an early fall rises
kissing timeless canyon walls
spotted with pictographs,
whispers of an ancient way
modern eyes
have forgot to read.
Near by
the rustle off mule deer
mingles with bird songs,
bending trees, and rattling weeds,
echoes of a primal symphony
that has become lost
to the busy ears of modern man
and yet, this ballet plays
within the ears of old buccaneers.
We hum it
over and over
softly to ourselves when surrounded
by pointed minds
that seem cold and unfeeling,
or whenever reality
becomes a little too sterile,
a little too stiff,
or a little too human
to confide in.

uTAH jAY


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A STILL LIFE