Eagle Trail

Walking with you
in a loop at dusk,

we bow before the
cottonwoods,

the bent-overs
and the uprights,

the prismatic palette
of golds and browns,

the wistful late winter light
as it splashes the sky

red and royal
for a heart day feast.

There is no time here
or why, only the deep Now

that Destiny provides
with her wise, sly smile

as we follow
and she walks us Home.