DRINKING SOLITUDE

Red slate canyon walls and serenity.

DRINKING SOLITUDE

In late afternoon sun, as the red slate canyon

bleeds its last dying shadows, the moon waits

to hold an evening song for the stars which

point to a midnight sky...standing very still.

There is no darkness so black as the thick misty

feel of swirling winds held captive inside the

massive red rock gorge of Big Thompson Canyon.

The haunting cry of prairie coyote is the only sound

filling space before tiny night creatures begin their

migrations of nocturnal activity, blending in pres-

tissimo arpeggios of frenzied jubilation, unsettling

the air with liberetto grand crescendos.

Making my bed on the cold unforgiving canyon floor,

I drink deeply of peaceful solitude while slipping into

the comfort of restorative sleep wondering why I have

 been so blessed and why I would ever need more.

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Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I imagine you wake up with a wonderful hangover after drinking in all that beauty.
You had me hearing the song of the Coyote.
I have several who live near me...and some nice woods, but no canyon, no echoes,
just the cold of isolation.
thank you for this breath of fresh air.
j.

[Miss Sharon]

Ah my dear friend, you have gladdened my heart this day with your wonderful review of this write! Thank you so much Jacob. Indeed I am blessed to live in Colorado and to experience the beauty of nature all around. Sharon

[wordman]

lovely imagery in this great write ,i enjoyed the journey