My View

Soft early light opens light haze creeping slowly awakening razor peaks. Resplendant bathed in fresh fallen snow, glistening crimsom, with soft mornings glow. Endlessly reaching into majestic skies, appearing never ending to someone small as I. Glaciers of yesteryears adorn jagged peaks, historically fading chasint the thaw, abondining fossils from icy keep. Providing glimpses into creatures created by a strong hand, re-selected to feed this strong land. Soon they will be gone - now treasures to behold. Light mist flows down the valley side, revealing the splendor of thousand-year-old trees. Spruce, Cottonwood, Cedar, Alder wood, Pine standing tall, proud, throughout the mist of time. Providing safe havens for springs new-born protectinG throughout frequent storms. Within small valleys, beneath windblown trees, flowing graciously through large boulders that would bring Atlas to his knees. Slowly meandering, a child lost, cooing, softly gurgling, a concert in the forest. Oh - the splendor beauty of icy mountain streams, slowly ever building, dropping through mountain seams. Engorging pristine rivers, to flow with the tide. The sun flower full blossomed, far in western sky, a beam now, behind gray clouds high Light mist, torrents now hail from blackened skies. Exploding, hitting their marks, lay spent upon the green earth, bringing life forth to allnew young growth. Quickly as it showed the splendor the grace ever changing hands, reveal another face. A face there, lovely as that passed before, twenty models preparing for show. Tomorrow it will be there again, different again, unpredictable once more. This picture here, is my private view I see it every day - out of my window where I live in Terrace B.C. Written December 13th, 2001 © on Dec 13 2001 07:30 AM PST   18 • 0 • 8