Animas River
twisting and turning its way
down through the canyon
each hue plays its part
in symphony of color
perfect harmony
begging to be touched
soft, ornately crafted flies
watch out for the hook
mallard all tucked in
solitary contentment
no one to bother
layered reflection
on a raw, grey, rainy day
only saving grace
Monochrome Monday
flash frozen in time
grass stiffens against the wind
hazard underfoot
mountainside cabin
fabulous views all around
sliver of heaven
hanging on tightly
woodpecker braces himself
adroitly with tail
after flood recedes
perched so precariously
over riverbed
darkness encroaches
clouds well up until sky bursts
replenishing drops
