Chasing The Wind Down
The Harvest Moon waning in the Western sky
hints of pink and purple hue.
Search for the spirit of things I am told,
like chasing the wind down.
Ludwig’s Piano Cto #3 Seriusly playing.
Eagle flying into the dawn,
carrying spirit upon her wings,
like chasing the wind down.
Smokeless, cloudless cerulean sky
as only the Big Sky can be, over
space upon space. Room for spirit to roam,
like chasing the wind down.

A mist rises off Brown's Lake,
fades and fuses with the day.
Ah, surely this is spirit,
like chasing the wind down.
Aspen leaves are turning in their fashion,
a splendid display of spirit, quaking,
a prayer from the spirit of things
chasing the wind down.