Fall In Nevada

Grey stone mountains Plastered against the sky Eagle's cry cracks the sun Daylight drips from grey Mosaics of flaming color Aspens and oaks in meadows Grey rainbows of granite Brush strokes down the slope Towering pines, oh evergreen Stained gold with dying light The cool of each shadow Takes a bow to wispy clouds A bluebird calls a sweet tune The heavens are colored pastel The sun dips in blue mountains Another fall is swept away