The Rocky Mountain range
captures snow-toppings
like vanilla clumps,
sundae humped camels,
or dashing Orcas
perpendicular to our view
a sash of road hiding them
for a brief moment,
then erupting like white caps
confront imagination
scenic as mountain goats
exultant during morning’s chill.
Below craggy monoliths
the forest is a mat
of Fall leaves sprinkled
and yellow
spruce trees leap upwards
eager for the highest view
and lower, a meandering stream
exhibits its necklace
of reflecting silver.
Within the calm a snarl of wolves
are eager for the hunt.
Copyright (c) Richard L. Provencher
Website: www.wsprog.com/rp/
Comments
fatboy74 | March 12, 2011 - 22:45
All your last three poems have been very enjoyable to read - many thanks. :-)