I just finished a poem that started in seed form during our visit to Grand Teton National Park last July.  I thought that I’d share it with you!

 

 

Mount wrought through turbulence

Eruptions of movement, now bursting

Into a cold, rugged stillness

Commandng backdrop to valley neighbors

— And the view!

 

 

Stark, yet hospitable

Related by circumstance only

Choreographed, orchestrated

Reaching farther than sight of her allows

— Strange millieu

 

 

Offering nourishment,

Anchoring in fragile fortitude

A scaffold for those hanging on

Head held high as a battered example

— Fine debut