Saturday, September 17, 2011

Come the Fall

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
And echoed.

The challenge
Swallowed by the fog 
Lying in the valleys
Where the cows are waiting
The clash.

Antlers paired
Rattling like dice 
In the palm of the mountains
Calls of triumph

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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