Kechika Wild

by Louise Goulet

 

The sun was sinking below the ragged mountain peaks,

bathing the valley below in a warm golden glow.

 

A light wind was drifting up the steep valley slopes,

caressing the shivering saffron grasses and the silvery willows

who were shimmering against a crimson sky.

 

Below the river was lazily meandering, sparkling in the dying light,

past dark spruces and emerald oxbows.

 

A moose was feeding mid-calf in a crescent-shaped slough,

water and green grassy ribbons dripping from its mouth.

 

Time had stopped as I stood entranced above the valley floor.

 

Mysterious chemicals pathways were engraving in my mind,

for decades to come, this time, this place where I had come to be

and where a part of me still is; all senses tingling, in awe,

overwhelmed by the beauty and wildness of this untamed world.

 

September 2009

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