Canyon Symphony

I awaken in the dawn to the canyon's morning song I hear the hawks good morning cry High in the trees, ancient voices sigh Sister owl settles in for a rest A whitetail fawn gives her legs a test Somewhere down canyon, ancient drums repeating Patient ponies nicker in greeting Mourning doves & quail in lilting harmony Add the final notes to this morning symphony I sit silent in the twilight, as the day grows long reveling in the canyon's evening song I see the ancient campfire's glowing, in the darkening sky High on the ridge, a coyote choral begins its cry Sister owl takes to flight, carrying messages into the night A hunter's moon rises, bathing the canyon in its light Some where in the shadows, ancient voices calling As I wish on a shooting star falling Cicadas & river toads in raucous cacophony Add the final notes to this evening symphony © June 2004