ELK
Too frigid today to thaw
Frosted aspens look like dark fog floating
Among white wrapped evergreens
Evening sunlight illuminates rosy ridges
And bounces warm glow to clearing clouds
Canyon shadows throb thalo blue
I try to recognize the impossible sound
Of a brook rushing over stones
Liquid tide becomes many hooves
Flowing on frozen snowfield
Antlers bump and jostle
Not Autumn ferocious
But a soft rhythmic peaceful clicking
As the bulls feed together
Gently gliding shoulder to shoulder
In the protection and warmth of the herd
A slow flood of warm sienna
Conquers winter
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Lynn Thomas
Muddy Creek
1/9/97
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