The grasslands

I rode by, at first, noticing the golden grasses

and the sky, the clouds and this moment.

and I knew 

that this moment had to be captured

the golden grass, the hills, the sky, the clouds

the warmth of this day

soon there will be frost and cold and my

mittens will stay on my hands.

So, I stopped and returned to this spot

where the summer has stalled to finish

painting the grasses, the sky and the hillsides

the final colors of this season.

I had to capture it, to hold this image close

to my heart until the warmth comes again.