Sea of Canyon Trees
Sometime around the first of October,
the windswept canyons I go to see.
They will be as an ocean
of blazing trees.
Yes, a multitude of trees.
Russet, red, orange and gold,
they will surge to their highest tide -
the tops of the mountains!
These bright trees seem
like a giant gilded wave
rushing on and on and on
in tranquil splendor
against a backdrop of persimmon sky
in which seagulls glide.
Flocks of geese too might be seen
vanishing southward
in the waning light of sun.
On viewing this sea of canyon trees,
I feel my soul engulfed
by autumn nostalgia
as wistfully I gaze
out onto the horizon at eventide.
However, night falls quickly.
I realize I must hasten
back to my valley home.
For Your Favourite Poem from the first half of 2022' Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2022
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