A PICTURE POEM
Mid afternoon, mid December
American Airlines from Dallas
drops into Calgary with the snow
Soft flakes fall as we rent the car
stop as we drive north into
an Ansel Adams world
Sky pillowed gray on gray
Houses and barns and bales
covered in white powder
Trees all a-bloom with hoary frost
both sides of the coal black road
For the next hour
any picture we take with color film
would still come out black and white
Until we top the overpass and see from a
horizon that was not a horizon
the rising of a Mandarin Orange moon