treasure valley on display

the sky has been robbed
of the strings of black pearls
that unlatched in early fall

winging their way south
with transitory calls
and constantly shifting vees

a persistent drizzle damps
cottonwoods along the banks
of the Boise and ground fog

rises between desert sage
as warmth wanes in a sunset
of chilled champagne

snow goads antelope
from craggy gullies
to graze the wild grasses

still abundant along I-84
and dusky light rays chisel
living sandstone statues

I did not want you to miss
this. When shadows shift
everything is rearranged.