From the collection “A View From the Gorge”. Art inspired by the Columbia Valley River Gorge.
The light changes things in the gorge. Especially at dusk, when the sun hides behind the mountain before your feet have left the trail, casting the valleys into shadows that whisper “hurry, hurry!”
All night these trees in the woodlot
have been the veins and arteries of darkness, carrying darkness
out to the capillary twigs and into
the thick black leaves that filled the night
but that at dawn are falling,
blowing like shadows over the snow.
From Winter Morning Walks: One Hundred Postcards to Jim Harrison by Ted Kooser