strange weather in chehalem

I do not want to forget 
one single blade
from the sweeping ocean 
of golden grass and white oaks.
I want to remember everything 
how it is right now
Which is why I am sheltering 
near the overgrown trail sign
It's harsh wind, 
but it's harsher ivy.
I am cold, but not cold enough to give it up. 
The sunset rains gold and ruby
sweet, 
slow, 
unrushed living.