Orange hues radiate from the wall
Aged by the wind leaving red spalls
Clouds linger above Rocky Mountain peaks
The sun, now red begins to speak
A lonely bench defined by long shadows
Awaits young lovers to see nature’s show

Evergreens and cottonwoods bend in the breeze
Yellow returns to the Aspen trees
The air cuts like a knife as the sun disappears
Stars replace clouds on a night so clear
Insects call their mates in this garden delight
Darkness prepares the lovers for night

Embraced in thought with only the sounds
Wind, earth, and water resonate in the town
Land once inhabited by Native Americans
A lone eagle seeks his perch in the mountains
Dark turns to light as the sun nears
The sleepy town begins to appear

The courtyard comes to life with sellers of goods
Tourists anxious to spend where the mesa once stood
This magical town of beauty and grace
Stands alone like a pearl without a necklace
The Rocky Mountains surround this artists’ paradise
Water, Earth, Wind, and Fire dare to entice