Mountain High
By Kathy Armijo

What do you write about
when the head is empty?
Is this what is called burn-out?
Or, simply a word drought?

Perhaps, it is the autumn.
I’d rather be outdoors than in,
basking in the cool delight,
and taking in the wondrous sight.

So, here I sit reminiscing about this past weekend
in the Colorado mountains, taking in autumn.
As the road snaked through the mountains
the view, a demonstration of majestic profusion.

Each curve was a new vision:
the waterfalls, the rainbows,
the pine trees, the aspens,
and the scent of the mountains, everywhere.

The gray clouds hung low on the
snow-capped mountain tops,
reminding us that winter
is almost here.

The mountainside – so delicate,
the colors of an Indian blanket,
reds, oranges, yellows and greens.
The likes of which I’ve never seen.

The flowers were few,
but filled in the view
with whites and pinks.
There was even a butterfly or two.

The hours flew by like minutes.
The camera shutter was busy clicking,
as we drove from spot to spot,
enjoying the bliss we’d sought.

The air was crisp and cool,
the streams were running too.
We even saw some deer
meandering through the town.

This day had no flaw.
We went to the spa,
surrendered to a wonderful massage,
and spent time in the steaming vapor caves.

Mind and body invigorated,
we had an early dinner.
Now completely sated,
we sat back and contemplated tomorrow.

Where shall we go?
What shall we see?
God’s beauty is magnificent!
Everywhere we look,

we view His awesome handiwork.

But for now,
we’ll enjoy the night we’d anticipated.