Robert Charles Howard - Landscapes

If I had a flying carpet,
I'd fly you to the falls
to watch the rainbows shimmer
in the rock-spewn mists
of Niagra's reckless plunge.

Or stand with you at sunset
at Big Bend's mystic window:
gazing at the pastel layers
merged with the western sky.

Or we'd lower a canoe
in a Missouri stream
on a star-jeweled moonlit night
listening to the dulcet songs
of gentle waves against the shore
and the hum of an insect choir.

But I have no magic carpet
to whisk you off to peaceful vistas:
only these feeble runes
scratched on a field of white.

Still, I wish that we could get away -
that is -
if you can spare the time.

<I>September, 2007</I>

Robert Charles Howard

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