In the fall in Wyoming Beauty is all about Aspen leaves turned yellow Reflected in moving clouds I think of eternity Looking at the endless blue sky Mountains magnanimous Lift us to where we have never been Roads drift toward the sun Then turn and float away Beauty continues in the flow Doubt that it will ever end Small towns come and go People appear as normal Hypnotized by natures features Taking it all in stride Cars and farm machines rust in fields Labeled by natives as abstract art No one willing to argue the point We are just lucky to be passing through Mountains begin to appear black Missing the angle of the sun Then the yellow blazes again We decide that this is heaven Stansberry McKricken aka Stanski February 8, 2017 ^
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Steve Haarman 