Once Upon a Colorado Christmas

Splendor of soft shoulders
caressed by sinking sun
Out my window the western slope
of the thick coated Rocky Mountains
Once upon a clear cold Colorado Chrstmas 
purple brushed horizon flecked with gold
filled my picture window 
Mesmerized I stood staring
at this huge canvas hung in the Louver 
God's and goddesses swirling about 
in a swath of psychedelic clouds
refracting the colors of slow dimming light
Mt. Olympus in my living room
I was seventeen living in a dream
high up in the sandstone cliffs
carved out by the west's Mississippi 
Nature, sweet mother of mine, purging
my childhood nightmare with sunsets
mountains, rivers and springs
On the banks of that fat river below
I listened to nothing but hope
Even in the echo of crackling ice
Even when she froze everything still
she made life beautiful 
Never ever did she
punish my anger 
but kissed it away with her love
with forests, flowers, birds and trees
She gentled my soul when I held her hand
and took me back from the jails and hospitals 
every time I ran
Seventeen, fresh from my last disaster
Christmas Eve eight hundred miles 
from expulsion and friends I missed
my dreaded return to the last place I left
There she was…
… arms spread clear across the valley
to hug me… her renegade child
My mother, bless her heart--
--wasn't happy to see her headache return
But my "other" mother was.. yeah
I took refuge in the painted cliffs and canyons that surrounded me 
and when I came down to the valley floor 
I would stop before the bridge 
and walk down to listen to the big water's mighty roar…
It never stopped rolling and never ran dry 
despite all obstacles 
and neither did I
My savior doesn't have a birthday
but I will celebrate my hope in "His"
Just that warm sun 
slinking like a coyote
over the western horizon 
that Christmas Eve
is all the hope I'll ever need
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Ferguson Avatar
May 8, 2024 at 6:59 AM
A beautiful flowing adventure into nature
Greenhough Avatar
May 8, 2024 at 6:18 AM
This is a beautiful poem . For me, it was the forest. Now I live where there are red hills that listen to my old worries. I understood your reference to Christmas. I hope you take it back. Keep writing. I will read.
Young Avatar
May 8, 2024 at 6:37 AM
Thank you!
Delaney Avatar
January 20, 2023 at 6:32 AM
Steven: This is so beautifully expressed. Nature is a constant solace to me too. All the beauty and wonders of creation. Best, SuZ
Young Avatar
January 20, 2023 at 7:45 AM
Thanks SuZ...sometimes just remembering it soothes.
Labyrinth Avatar
January 18, 2023 at 6:13 PM
This is very beautiful. The imagery keeps one transfixed...
Young Avatar
January 20, 2023 at 7:54 AM
Thank you Leanne. I am a sucker for sunsets. There a beautiful in every one.
Labyrinth Avatar
January 18, 2023 at 6:13 PM
the story unfolds. some kind of beautiful truth.
Fowler Avatar
January 2, 2023 at 10:37 AM
Fascinating imagery, personification, and simile Steven. It has it all! I lived on the Western slope for several years and was always in awe of Nature's beauty. A fav for me. :)
Young Avatar
January 2, 2023 at 12:35 PM
Thank you, Linda. I lived in Colorado National Monument. Mom worked for National Park Service... always spectacular views.
White Avatar
December 23, 2022 at 1:32 PM
What a beautiful poetic analogy of color,love and life. Kelli
Young Avatar
December 23, 2022 at 3:14 PM
What a beautiful comment! Thank you :)
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