Post Election -- a Feeling

I took a walk up the hill yesterday.

It was a little muddy for sneakers.

I could feel the chill

Coming up through my soles.

At the top I turned

And was surprised to see

That the sky to the west,

Backlighting the hills, 

Was the same intense orange

As the posted sign

In the field.

Instead of heading back down 

I kept walking a bit,

Glancing over my shoulder

At the sunset

Now fading to rose.

The pond too surprised me;

It was the color of red wine,

Black cherry. . .

For the rest of this poem by ThisCantBeHappening!'s resident poet GARY LINDORFF, please go to: www.thiscantbehappening.net/node/1422