OUR CANADIAN WOODS poem

Our Canadian Woods

This evening’s horizon is
a slash of colour as ladder
steps crawl one
above another
dusk grinning at the
end of day.

No longer will front-end
loaders torment an expanse
of primal timber
where burnished pines
capture erotic ridges

the wilderness a domain
of ancient sunsets
reddened sky
twisting from yellowish tinge
to sundown’s
dim. From our canoe
we pause in complete awe.

© 2008 Richard L. Provencher
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