Glacial Poetry

26 08 2014

For 6,000 years, it lived.

A cold, hard gemstone of ice.

More real and permanent than my very bones.

Sperry glacier.


It lived atop these mountains.

One solid mile deep.

Blue as eagles’ tears.

Green as a longhorn’s dinner.


It hid beneath this winter blanket.

Six feet of April snow.


No match for the glacier.


It carved the valleys below.

It built the passes ahead.


Its true enormity is lost.

Only blue –green waters, flowing,

Emerging beneath the snow,

Like a rug about to be pulled.


It fills the valley with turquoise lakes,

Nourishing birds, cubs, and fawns.

For 6,000 years, it has been.

Only for 6 years more.




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