Beaudry Provincial Park, MB
I run to these slow-fell forests,
stalling along the pink maples,
lit like sunsets whirling manitoba
paused so delicately, along
thin grasses grooved to soil,
glancing the direction of plum
autumn; my sight caresses
wrinkled leaves above
thickest poplar trees, planted
down the riverbank, let in the
light of dew. refracting shine
around this coral-red corner
stepping gently through a
gnarled wet garden, soaked
like tempest wamth in summer
this dusk glitters every prism-hue
of rouge to violet; caught within
the dripping eye of a blackish green
hailstorm, streaming a rainbow
in full walls of gale-force wind
breathing into the thin-spun air,
I welcome cyan-royal purple
over me, as the thunder slams
a heavy shake in this woodland
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