This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
I offer you this salutation:
Your lofty grandeur and cold, clear streams
Have captured my admiration.
I’ve watches you each year, changing apparel
Through different seasons,
Each more beautiful than a melody,
And I’m enraptured for these reasons.
Your flowered aspen meadows turn green,
Then to red and gold;
In summer, your lofty mountains are bareheaded,
Yet white-capped in winter’s cold.
Quiet beauty of your secret places
Are in the eyes of the beholder,
Changes with the seasons,
Like colored pictures in a folder.
When first my eyes beheld you,
I knew from the start,
I was chained by your beauty
Like a horse harnessed to a cart.
Posted on October 19, 2013, in Uncategorized and tagged aspens, autumn leaves, Beautiful Colorado, Beauty, grandeur, lofty grandeur, mountains, nature, poem, Poetry, seasons. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.