Nov Pad Challenge Nov 3 Writers Digest Prompt: A poem about "the last time I was here."
I was here the last time
Or...the last time I was here
Golden grasses dried in the field
Trees stand bare
The COLOR of autumn is gone
Clouds bank against the mountains
The sun shines through
Broken gray and scattered blue
Horses in the field
Nibbling last bits of green
End of autumn
Signals winter is on the way
And it was here
The coyote died
Dark night
He appeared
As if by magic
The cruel wheels
Stopped him in his tracks
An ending in an instant
We took a breath
Began again
But I can never pass here
Without remembering him
I look in the rear view mirror
The highway is empty
Down into the canyon
New snow under the sagebrush
Landscape ahead
A painting
The beginning of time
Life is full
Of beginnings and endings
In the canyon
There are trees
Still with glorious color
Yellow and orange
Oh my....
It takes my breath away
Shangri-La
All else is grayed
The sky overcast
Tiny slivers of blue
Cerulean and cobalt
The Here of Yesterday
Is there a difference...
The here of yesterday
The here of now
Strung together
Like shiny beads
All one
Yesterday and today
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