by Louise Goulet
The sun was sinking below the ragged mountain peaks,
bathing the valley below in a warm golden glow.
A light wind was drifting up the steep valley slopes,
caressing the shivering saffron grasses and the silvery willows
who were shimmering against a crimson sky.
Below the river was lazily meandering, sparkling in the dying light,
past dark spruces and emerald oxbows.
A moose was feeding mid-calf in a crescent-shaped slough,
water and green grassy ribbons dripping from its mouth.
Time had stopped as I stood entranced above the valley floor.
Mysterious chemicals pathways were engraving in my mind,
for decades to come, this time, this place where I had come to be
and where a part of me still is; all senses tingling, in awe,
overwhelmed by the beauty and wildness of this untamed world.