MONTANA IN MARCH

Grays & Browns
And big gray sky
Patchy stands of sage
Scrubby trees
And stubble fields
On rugged rolling hills
Lonely houses
Power lines
Fence posts here & there
And almost always
Mountains
Both far away & near
Except for those
Who ride with us
No people to be seen
Even in the little towns
Their trucks & autos
Sit there parked
Their cattle
Sparsely wander
And as evening settles in
Their lights begin to glisten

Lucille Falk Miller © 3/4/88