The Rockies are distinctive
with a first dash of snow
like vanilla-humped camels
in a line perpendicular to our view
an undulating road hiding
them at times. Then like a wave
of white caps confront our imagination
with scenic beauty, as do
stirring mountain goats, exultant
in the morning air.
Far below these craggy monoliths
a forest is sprinkled with September
leaves in shades of calico
where stiff-necked partridge leap
upwards aside a meandering stream
and brocades of silver reflect
within the calm; a snarl of wolves
on the hunt.
Richard L. Provencher
First published July 2010
Word Salad Poetry Magazine, UK
My wife, Esther and I are "born-again" and enjoy sharing our writing. It is a Christian Outreach for us. Our E-mail is: email@example.com. You are invited to visit our website at: www.wsprog.com/rp/. Free downloads available. We live in Truro, Nova Scotia, Canada. Please pray for one another.