TEMPLE
Lynn Thomas
The peak has its head wrapped in silver gossamer today
The cloud tops trailing in the wind, hiding from my gaze.
I stand in the valley of its river looking up,
Knowing in my mind what it's like there anyway.
I've been there many times on its steep granite flanks
In just that kind of weather.
I can transport myself up into the mist and sleet.
My horses' hooves splash through the headwaters.
Close to the glacier exposed skin chills.
My eyes scale the cliffs ‘til the tops are lost in grayness.
Ice still crusts the azure lake
and the emerging creek tosses spray over the boulders.
A dipper dives through the foam and pops up again
launching itself to a nest hidden in the falls.
A spear of sunlight bursts on the stunted firs.
The wet granite shines like alabaster.
Wind whips the dripping Parry's primrose
more beautiful for its arduous existence.
I imagine the elk and her calf sheltered in the black timber.
Tomorrow and tomorrow the mountain will have other moods
Changing through eternity with the season and time of day.
I know its many moods and faces
I hold the images in my heart.
The peak has its head wrapped in silver gossamer today
The cloud tops trailing in the wind, hiding from my gaze.
I stand in the valley of its river looking up,
Knowing in my mind what it's like there anyway.
I've been there many times on its steep granite flanks
In just that kind of weather.
I can transport myself up into the mist and sleet.
My horses' hooves splash through the headwaters.
Close to the glacier exposed skin chills.
My eyes scale the cliffs ‘til the tops are lost in grayness.
Ice still crusts the azure lake
and the emerging creek tosses spray over the boulders.
A dipper dives through the foam and pops up again
launching itself to a nest hidden in the falls.
A spear of sunlight bursts on the stunted firs.
The wet granite shines like alabaster.
Wind whips the dripping Parry's primrose
more beautiful for its arduous existence.
I imagine the elk and her calf sheltered in the black timber.
Tomorrow and tomorrow the mountain will have other moods
Changing through eternity with the season and time of day.
I know its many moods and faces
I hold the images in my heart.
~
2 comments:
Your Blog is wonderful Lynn! I love reading it everyday!
Sally
Lynn:
Great photo of Temple Peak. Perfect set up. I like your accompanying poem very much. I could "see" the rides we used to take up in the Wilderness.
Betty the Kid
Post a Comment