05 Sep Poets’ Corner: Goodtimes On the Fall
Feel that cold breeze in the air? Summer is in the rear view mirror. Fall is canopies of red, gold and orange leaves. It is puffy vests, cashmere sweaters and boots once again. It is lattes – it is always lattes – ale and pumpkins. It is this poem by county commissioner and poet, Art Goodtimes, aka, “shroompa.”
Early Fall Color Drive
From the get-go
hints of lemon & vin rosé
streak the gambel oak bushes
along the San Miguel’s
tight red canyon cliffs.
Civilized only by CDOT’s
macadam & roadsigns
& Tri-State’s overhead powerlines.
By the time I pass
flowering sagebrush slopes
golden right-of-way vines
& the cottonwoods’ autumn aging
I’m in double yellow heaven.
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