FANTASY

Last night’s rain left a glistening

on the leaves of limbs at dawn,

beads upon the redwood silver

twinkling like a Christmas tree.

White icing shines upcanyon,

dark chocolate in the creek flow,

first light ignites the sycamores

and cottonwoods to flames,

aged sorrel geldings buck and slide

in mud like fresh colts finding legs.

Last night’s rain left me dreaming

beyond this canyon—all a fantasy.