in search of
in search ofin search of a few yearling steers
not accounted for
the stillness is disturbed briefly
as a young buck
gently, almost imperceptively
departs through the Aspen
i am not startled so much
as made more keenly aware
my horse and i
immersed in this scene
the brilliant stand of Quaking Aspen
in their Fall plumage
mesmerize me
a Mardi Gras of colors
their announcement of winter
yet to come
then too
i will ride this hills
when we are both
more solitarily wrapped
in winter's clothes
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