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
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