Goodnight to the clouds, goodnight to the wind.
Goodnight to the lake and goodnight to the pines.
Goodnight to the elk that disappear at first light,
Goodnight to the coyotes that howl through the night.
Goodnight to the wood stove, goodnight to head,
Goodnight to the gray jays who ate all our bread.
Goodnight to the sunrise and goodnight when it sets,
Goodnight Colorado for a week as good as it gets.
1 comment:
I didn't know you were a poet.
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