I finish The Colorado Trail and muse about the future.
Pursuing elk provides ample opportunity to reflect on more than a hunt
Raindrops settle on Aspen leaves, A breeze may send them to earth, The leaf soon becoming bronze, It's job as a shelf finite. While high up on mountain peak, Snow already forms, Relentless in its pursuit, To hasten autumn days. While summer clings, Like drops on an Aspen leaf.