Sunday, May 12, 2013

Glacier Sunrise

The sun is slow in coming
      to this place beneath the peaks
It slides across the snow fields
      that still linger in July
The only sound is water
      cascading down the cliffs
And the gentle song of birds
      as they greet the coming day
The deer add graceful beauty
      as they graze in watchful silence
Then turn to bound with weightless leaps
      into the trees once more
The magic here is subtle
      and seeps into my soul

August 2004
Glacier National Park