Poems of Bea Early
Autumn in New Mexico
Aspen grove: lemon yellow, neon bright with the sun coming through from the west, trunks stacked like soldiers, olive drab in the shade, white as sailors in the sun.
Sky: clear dry blue, backdropp for leaves quaking in the autumn wind, leaves making sounds like a soft tambourine, leaves shimmering like gold for Danai, falling onto receptive earth.
Mountains: deep almost black green with veins of pure gold across the Pecos River Canyon, layers of mountains fade to sky blue with hundreds, m