Icy Passion
View from on high,
Rising from the once birch and ash amidst
Pines’ shadow,
Vertical ice layers
Nature’s purchase,
Man’s challenge.
Down into the bowl,
Scree sprinkled deserts
Gather from barren lessor peaks,
Yesterday’s snow-clad mysteries.
Further down…
Swirling fall leaves
Sprinkle shimmering sun’s dalliance,
A fractal rainbow suspended terrace to terrace
Highlight the serpentine ascension
Where switchbacks carved the mountain sides
Having yielded long ago
Its blueberries and acorn foraging.
Still further down…
Creeping slowly,
The brambles,
Nature’s love thorn creepers,
Enfold meadow grasses thigh-high
Bend to wind’s call across the basin.
Finally…
Tundra’s home base,
Where a dog’s bark
Echoes up to
Mount Alberta’s pinnacle silence.
Breezes
Feather my precarious lullaby of dreams,
Making mystic rising dust,
Lavender fantasies,
Hovering over Fortress Lake’s misty fog.
Lights of dusk
From hamlets beyond
Signal early stars on high.
Keep safe this man,
As hands and feet
Seek bivouac rest before
Tomorrow’s climb into further unknowns.
It is a modern marvel how technology has allowed climbers to carry with them the means to bivouac on a mountain face. Or is it lower to them by rope so they don't have to carry it?
I really love this one, close to nature.
Ron