Cathedral Spiritual

Pink and grey walls rise like castle parapets Reflecting the sunrise in golden hues I ride along the canyon to the sound of leather Creaking softly in the tranquil mountain air Sweat and horse, with layers of dust Well worn jeans against a speckled hide Gently swaying in a unified rhythm Languidly haze swirling about our feet Around the bend we startle snow geese Flocks floating, rising, settling serenely Angling, landings against the lapping waters Black tipped wings against wintry white Sandhill cranes foraging for cutthroat trout Reflecting blue beside the meandering creek Majestically standing, patiently waiting Blue dragon flies dancing within their reach Off the beaten path we wander Past yucca swaying in the breeze O’er grama blue as sky beneath us Cushioned carpet of pine and peat Rock squirrels scurry across a Douglas fir Scolding woodpeckers on a burnt oak tree The chorus is merged by the hoot of an owl And the clip clop against rocks as we proceed Canopies of piñon line the trail Mixtures of conifer shade the landscape Grey blue greens with clusters of sienna Cathedral spiritual within an ageless solitude