Vanilla, a Choice of Season

By Richard L. Provencher

Thu, 26 May 2011

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4 comments

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.

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POETRY - A Passage of Motion 2

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Hi Richard, this is such an

Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on Thu, 2011-05-26 10:10

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.

Jenny, your words are very

Permalink Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on Mon, 2011-05-30 03:05

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

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yes, I enjoyed this very

Permalink Submitted by Rhiannonw on Thu, 2011-05-26 10:14

yes, I enjoyed this very much too.

Thanks for the encouragment,

Permalink Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on Mon, 2011-05-30 03:11

Thanks for the encouragment, Rhiannonw. RLP