Footpaths crisscross the canyon.
Sage, cactus, substantial rocks cover the slopes.
Cattails guard a stream under a shady cottonwood.
Boulders bridge its banks.
Mesa Verde with its tented green ridges to the southeast
Sleeping Ute to the southwest
Peaks of Monticello to the northwest
Majestic LaPlatas to the east
Brilliant blue sky overhead,
I trudge, feeling my heart tap,
listening to the whispers of nature.
I breathe in the fresh air, and am thankful.