My visit to the Front Range
Blue skies, sweet air–I found them in Fort Collins when I visited last week. And a wrote 3 haiku about the sky and mountains in honor of Poetry Friday.
Poetry Friday
It’s Poetry Friday–time to share some poems! This week’s host is Laura Shovan–Thanks, Laura! If you want to see what other poetry people are sharing, check out her blog. I love my Poetry Friday friends, they always have wonderful poems to share.
I really enjoy writing haiku–I also wrote one about the first snow of the season here in Chicago.
From Denver Airport to Fort Collins
I arrived in Denver in the late afternoon and caught the shuttle to Fort Collins just as the sun began to set. In the distance, I could see clouds. They hung over the mountains. Actually, I couldn’t tell where the clouds ended and the mountains began. I thought maybe if I knew the scenery better I might be able to tell. But I enjoyed that feeling of not knowing.
Where do gray clouds end
and maroon mountains begin?
Majestic blurrin
Susan Bruck
And the sun around the clouds!
I’d never seen anything like it–the bright bolt of sunlight around the clouds as the sun set inspired another haiku:
Solid lightning
surrounds fluffy sunset clouds–
Outlines of glory!
Susan Bruck
Ah–blue skies, sweet air
It’s hard to explain. I’m not usually aware of the flavor of air. But I went out for a walk near my friend’s house in Fort Collins in the late afternoon, just before the sun went down. And the air tasted sweet–quite a pleasant sensation. It didn’t smell that great-like some kind of livestock, but the flavor of the air—
Glittering sunlight,
sky blue, air sweet–delicious.
Tastes like coming home
Susan Bruck
Coming home to Chicago
When I got back to Chicago, the sky looked hazy, even though the sun was shining. I did feel happy to return to my home.
I spent time with my brother and his family in Colorado. They moved out there about 4 1/2 years ago, and I hadn’t seen them since. But, as I always feel with my brother, it felt as though no time had passed since we’d been together. But my three nephews had changed so much! I felt so happy to see them- and my sister-in-law. They all love it out there-and encouraged me to join them. I just might do that–but not quite ready to decide yet.
Susan — I was in Boulder about a week ago, visiting family. The mountains are glorious and the skies so clear and blue. Your poems reminded me of the trip. Thank you for being part of Poetry Friday this week.
Thank you, Laura. Boulder is wonderful. I wonder if we were there at the same time. Thanks for your kind words!
I have never considered air as a taste carrier. How fascinating! Your photos are stunning – worthy of haiku moments!
I never thought of it that way, either, until I experienced it. The photos are great–but I didn’t take them–found them online (copyright free)
Ahh…the Colorado sky. My favorite. I grew up east of the mountains, almost to Kansas (Burlington), so my experience with the Colorado sky is the wide open sky above the vast dry high plains. My version of heaven!
(I know about that feedlot-smelling air. When breezes were from the south, PHEW! The smell of our food being grown en masse! Almost enough to make a vegetarian out of a person. Almost.)
Sounds like a full trip in many ways Susan. I lived out in Colorado for almost a year and remember how fresh and sweet the air smells–fun closing line in that last haiku too. Thanks for sharing them all!
I didn’t know you lived in Colorado–what part? What did you do there?