Fall In the Rockies

From a high vantage point I see a vast vista of the Rockies, through green spruce rises frozen flame, yellow aspens blazing untamed. Leaves bright in their autumnal coat, amaze the eyes of tourist folk, as if to say, “Winter…match this!” But we know nothing gold persists. I can see, in the peaks above, the mountains clad in a white glove, creeping lower as days go on, the frozen fire won’t last long… and even just the other day, I saw some flakes that didn’t stay, harbingers of the cold embrace that freezes still this alpine space. A picture snapped for memory, goodbye my yellow-fringed Rockies…