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The Prairie

The Prairie

A current rises over Hillock and Butte,

rushes down Hillside and across The Bluff,

And courses swiftly past barns inhabited only by Sparrow,

rearranging dust motes and slatted sunlight:

the whim of feckless Nature.

 

Here, the air is dyed lavender,

tinted rosemary and rosehips,

sun-stained sage and yarrow,

from late blooms made brittle and weathered,

light turned to white,

bleached out by The Sun.

 

A beaten straw hat tipped in sweat-gathered snuff angles upward, westward,

seeking perfection in the jagged curve of Skyline.

 

Halftoned images,

a sash of curling leather, brass buckles.

Curiosity wears wind,

chapped lips like a badge,

a certain pride.

Selections from "A Lady's Life in the Rocky Mountains" by Isabella L. Bird

Selections from "A Lady's Life in the Rocky Mountains" by Isabella L. Bird