CHASING THE PAST

                                                 

                                                      
         She knelt among the hillside flowers
         And touched the bachelor buttons.
         Quiet blues that stretched
         To the mountains before her.

         Above the mountains,
         Low clouds hung
         Out of balance
         With the sky,
         And drifted
         Over pine forests,
         To the camouflaged past 
         Of deer, elk, mountain lion and bear,

         Where hunters, dressed in skins,
         Crouched, waiting for the hunt to begin.