Flash of Red
Flash of red.
Shapely amongst the other trees.
My maple tree, leaves
juxtaposed delightfully against the cobalt blue
sky, sunlight angled in just so.
This morning view sends me off
to another place and time...
... the cold cowboy of winter
ambles slowly down the valley,
approaching with a ten gallon hat and spurs,
leading a tired horse,
hand on the leather holster, ready for a lightning fast draw.
luckily, today, there is no breeze,
so the local leaves hang on,
leaning on the horse rail branches of the town,
watching the winter stranger draw near,
knowing that sooner or later,
maybe when the moon thins out to a crescent
and the local dogs howl,
his icy bullet or its forceful ricochet
will hit and blow them clean away.
