Quiet Psalm


It is visibly true that these
mountains ascend to heaven's base.
After the rains of noon, the sun
has cast from the west to the east
a swelling triple rainbow.
And now the evening star pierces
my heart. Imparting the August twilight
the moon is flung gibbous in the south;
lunar sparks catch in ponderosas' still
dripping upturned arms. The creek
silences will guide—pray all
   a quiet psalm.


Tahosa Valley, Colorado