The Rocky Mountains
are distinctive with
a dash of snow,
like vanilla-humped camels
perpendicular to our view
an undulating road
hiding them at times, a
wave of white caps
confronting imagination
scenic beauty stirring
as mountain goats
exultant in morning air. Far
below these craggy
monoliths, in the footsteps
of growth, the forest is
a sprinkling of yellowing
September leaves,
where stiff-necked spruce
leap above a stream,
its brocade of silver sparkling.
And within the slumber
of an aged valley, a snarl of
wolves are on the hunt.
© Richard L. Provencher
Website: www.wsprog.com/rp/
Comments
skinner_jennifer | May 26, 2011 - 09:10
Hi Richard,
this is such an amazing poem, you have captured the
scene of the Rocky Mountains so well. I also love
the last couple of lines:-
And within the slumber
of an aged valley, a snarl of
wolves are on the hunt.
Amazing lines. Thankyou for a great read.
Jenny.
Rhiannonw | May 26, 2011 - 09:14
yes, I enjoyed this very much too.
Nathan Bednarek | May 29, 2011 - 21:19
I agree with Jenny. Those lines are my favorite in this poem. Would really love to be there and see it for myself. As always, a big well done from me.
Nathan.
Richard L. Prov... | May 30, 2011 - 02:05
Jenny, your words are very encouraging and thank you. My wife, Esther and I, visit our daughter every two years in Edmonton and they take us to Banff and Jasper, right inside the Rockies. Richard LP
Richard L. Prov... | May 30, 2011 - 02:11
Thanks for the encouragment, Rhiannonw. RLP
Richard L. Prov... | May 30, 2011 - 02:14
Hi Nathan, many thanks to you, too. The closest I came to a wolf in the deep woods was about ten feet. We stared at each other, for about a minute, then he sauntered off. They prance like a moose, very dainty. It was behind me on a trail and was not stalking me, simply observing. Richard LP