Upon the Rockies, where winter unfolds,
A landscape transformed, in white it holds.
Snow-laden peaks, a majestic array it holds
Nature's masterpiece in cold ballet it folds,
Icy winds whisper through the canyon's embrace,
As snowflakes dance, creating a lace.
Evergreen sentinels, stoic and tall, in solace,
Witness the winter's enchanting thrall. In place.
Rocky cliffs adorned with frosty attire,
A crystalline cloak, a shimmering fire.
Silent echoes in the mountain air,
Tell tales of winter, both bold and fair.
In valleys below, a hush holds,
As winter's magic subtly molds.
Footprints of wildlife, a story untold,
In the Rocky Mountain winter, bold.
Categories:
rockies, mountains,
Form: Quatrain
Sitting by the side of the waterfall,
I have tried to reach the sky,
The air may be thin, the trek may be hard,
But to touch the waterfall so close,
Was the dream of my life.
The splash of water on my face,
wakes my senses tired and asleep,
The water gushes past huge boulders,
making the best music I have heard in my life.
Try to peek under the sheet of water falling off the cliff,
The life time of memories will seem to be wrapped inside the mist,
Once I would lead my children along the trail,
Now I am watched by them if I could make the trail.
The water streams past logs, limbs, trees and stones,
Making its way through rough terrains,
Persistence in endeavors always attains the goal,
The eternal waterfall gives me the subtle message all along.
Categories:
rockies, nature,
Form: Free verse
From a high vantage point I see
a vast vista of the Rockies,
through green spruce rises frozen flame,
yellow aspens blazing untamed.
Leaves bright in their autumnal coat,
amaze the eyes of tourist folk,
as if to say, “Winter…match this!”
But we know nothing gold persists.
I can see, in the peaks above,
the mountains clad in a white glove,
creeping lower as days go on,
the frozen fire won’t last long…
and even just the other day,
I saw some flakes that didn’t stay,
harbingers of the cold embrace
that freezes still this alpine space.
A picture snapped for memory,
goodbye my yellow-fringed Rockies…
Categories:
rockies, appreciation, autumn, imagery, mountains,
Form: Rhyme
Craggy snow-capped crowns,
Skirting skyline’s golden hue.
Windswept clouds, your gowns.
Categories:
rockies, appreciation, beauty, color, image,
Form: Haiku
My quest to walk across the nation,
like vaunted pioneers of old,
started in Maine six months ago,
post vlogs of my progress for folks.
I am deep in Wyoming now,
and I’m on my third pair of shoes,
brown grass beneath, cropped by cattle,
in front the prairie meets its end.
It’s a spread of foot-hills at first,
low and slashed by gullies, canyons,
their slopes half-forest, half-open,
perfect space for elk to graze.
Cannot see any up there now,
though a few buzzards wheel about,
behind them loom big, granite waves,
frozen forever into peaks.
Not the first to just stand and stare,
nor am I the last, I suspect.
There are goats up there, snowy white,
and grizzled bruins, huge and brown.
Mulies with their tall, forked antlers,
and charging, spiral-horned sheep,
darting amidst blazes of aspen,
near soldier-strait ponderosas…
Snow still clings on, up near the crests,
I don’t think it will ever leave.
Nearby, a decrepit wagon,
old wood bleached by endless sun.
Is it a relic of the past?
Or decoration of today?
Who knows, but its path ended here,
mine continues, right through the peaks.
Categories:
rockies, animal, appreciation, beauty, imagery,
Form: Blank verse
The sky seems to be on fire,
Almost supernatural,
Burning magnesium bright.
Almost as if Armageddon is coming;
As if it's already here.
It transfers its brillance to the mountains
Turning the rock into pillars of flame,
Makinf them seem even more immovable,
Even more untouchable,
Grander, and more breathtakingly terrifying
Than ocean waves at night.
And if the scholars are right
And my time here is limited,
Almost to the point of being negligible
In the view of the mountains, the sea, and the sky;
If this could be that fabled 'any moment'
Then I am sure that I'll be fine.
This one perfect sunrise;
That one immaculate night on the beach;
Those Holy days, that come every summer;
There is nothing more or less
Than any one of these.
And as the sky starts to lose its color,
As the day starts fading gently into night,
I'll hold on to this one perfect moment;
This one second of blazing clarity,
When the world itself seemed more alive.
Categories:
rockies, inspirational, introspection, nature, uplifting,
Form: Idyll (Idyl)