Lines Written in a Mesa Verde Campground

Jun 14

Jupiter has launched

Himself high above the peaks

Beneath him Lady Venus

Climbs, following his lead.

They dance upward together

In the sun’s dying glow

Then blackness envelopes

And their beauty

Is fully shown.

Far beneath these sparkling worlds

The mountains rest

Their arms

Wrapped around the valley where

Crickets play their harps.

The coyotes’ crooning chorus

Floats over the hill

And from the silver sagebrush

Comes a gentle poor will

Poor will.

And there in the quiet campground

Two sit by dying embers

She looks upon

The heavenly lights

But it’s on her that his gaze lingers.

The roof of stars rotates

Over them the whole night long

While they join their hushed voices to

The Colorado mountain song.

6/11/26

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