Dancing Shadows

High in the Great Canadian Rockies; on the shoreline of a rippling mountain stream,
dancing shadows are reflected in the eyes of a massive, supreme bull elk.
A gentle breeze is gracefully guiding the leaves of glorious fall tapestry,
jagged shadows of wilderness attire, dancing upon the pristine mountain stream Pristine reflections in Wapiti’s eyes.
Magnified reflections of a wilderness amphitheater, in the searching eyes of a bald eagle.
Dancing shadows,in a meandering mountain stream. Shadows moving with the current, creating a most dramatic wilderness effect.
Filtered prisms of sunlight eloquently placed upon the tapestry of flora and fauna,
dancing in a gentle breeze, dressing the dancing shadows of falling scarlet red,
brilliant orange, and prolific harvest gold leaves.
With twilight sneaking through Nature’s corridor, these dancing shadows of this wilderness amphitheater,appear to be running.
Dancing shadows blending in with the approaching twilight, retire from sight.
Bull elk of pristine attire, beds down on a blanket of newly fallen multi colored leaves.
Releasing a long drawn out breath which crystallizes in the cool crisp autumn air.
Dancing shadows have mystically disappeared into Nature’s held out hand.

Poet’s Note:
The context of this poem is about an imperial Bull Elk at a mountain stream with fall tapestry reflected in his sight.  With multi colored leaves floating past in the stream before him.

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Another beautiful poem on the subject of awesome nature…I love your writing!


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