Grand Canyon

Grand Canyon

By

Lisa A.Williams

I look to the depths

far, far below

to crevices, caverns 

formed long ago,

to twisting trails,

ledges steep,

winding rivers with 

pools so deep.

Under the gaze

of Wotan's Throne,

a river of scarlet steals

mammoth stone.

High above in heaven's eye,

the Temple of Vishnu

guards changing sky.

Mountains greet 

with great surprise,

cascades of color,

with each sunrise.

Golden walls with

lavender hues,

shades of pink 

and smoky blues.

Rainbows of stone

dance in fading light,

lengthening shadows

with the approach 

of night.

Distant howls echo

in black skies,

piercing the silence

with lonely cries.

Into the depths

of the purple abyss,

surrounded by towering

crimson cliffs.

Showers of turquoise

bathe ancient walls,

sculpting new images

as water falls.

Bright Angel Point

in creation's glory,

from the beginning

knew the story

of a piece of

untamed land ,

how it succumbed

to nature's hand.

Woven by time

into glorious form,

witness to age

and frequent storm.

Beneath an endless sky

of change,

the molten earth

expanded range,

took over more of

untamed ground,

transforming stone

into craggy mound.

Watchtowers rose

from the silent earth,

each new creation

celebrating its birth.

Below an air of

altered shade

a new foundation of 

world was made.

A brush in hand,

the painter can see

the miracle of nature

and all it can be.

Trying to capture 

the beauty of age

seems impossible 

with human gauge.

So much to take in,

the eyes try to behold

an ancient image of

creation so bold.

Formed by ice

 and melting snow,

an artist's canvas 

sketched long ago.