Snow covered trees
born on a hillside overnight
reach toward the pale December sun,
like a prayer to the wrong god.
Drop by drop, an existence trickles away
until the next snowfall rushes across the land.
Northwest Wilderness Group
Shots from a second snowshoe hike the following day:
To understand the size and scope of Mt Hood, note the trees in the lower right hand corner of the second picture.
Beautiful, as always. My brother-in-law spends a lot of time at Mount Hood. Hope to experience it myself one day... what a sight!
ReplyDeleteI hope you do, too, Emily. It's a pretty special place. Plus, I'd love to see your pictures and writing from visiting.
ReplyDeleteNice poem. :)
ReplyDeleteLove your mountain pictures - although I think I'll stay home inside, where it's warm...
Stay home?? What do the Corgis think of that? I'm glad you liked my poem.
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