September Dawn |
Fall has arrived to the high country of northern New Mexico. And with it the rains we missed this summer and the moist laden dawns. The tourists are largely gone and the hills ring with the call of elk.
Come the fall
Shrouded in morning mists
The elk herds are gathered
Each by a proud bull
Bugling into the silence
Answered
And echoed.
The challenge
Swallowed by the fog
Lying in the valleys
Where the cows are waiting
Anticipating
The clash.
Antlers paired
Rattling like dice
In the palm of the mountains
Calls of triumph
Echo
Silence.
Come the fall
With the sounds of victory
The silence of defeat
The valley waits
For the first snow
As fall departs.
J. Binford-Bell
September 2011
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