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
Reaching farther than sight of her allows
— Strange millieu
Anchoring in fragile fortitude
A scaffold for those hanging on
Head held high as a battered example
— Fine debut