The pale evening sun
carmines the white branches of the birches.
The weary birds
are in utter silence.
Seeing the white grin of the Rockies
the mesmerized mind forgets everything else-
This happens everyday
and I become scared...
Very scared...
lest it becomes pale,
someday...
lest the yearning for it
diminishes ever!
I close my eyes, to rediscover it...
To rediscover it
Everyday.
