Yesterday, after several days of rain, it snowed. Today, the sun brightened on a new white
world. I parked the jeep at a trailhead and walked
into a new creation, where never a human had trod. I walked for hours and returned to the jeep
following the only boot prints—mine.
Snow creatures greeted me along the trail, such as the trail was, with snow-covered bushes along its sides, ready to spray whipped cream down my neck if I touch them. I’m sure the snow creatures giggled.
Some little creature with bare toes walked here before me, and overhead, skinny trees bow their heads under weight of snow. I hear one break and wonder who is next—me, or the little bare-toe creature.
Along the way, somewhere in mid-hike, I passed under a wedding arch, white with symbolic purity, and felt no different.
Peaks high above, in their wedding dresses, singing angels, with cloud wings, dart in and out from behind trees.
I come to the shore of Stanton Lake in the Great Bear Wilderness and wonder why, in all these hikes, I have seen no bears, neither grizzly nor black bears, where they are reportedly quite populous. I have not even seen a bear footprint, nor their scratching on trees, nor their droppings. I often feel oblivious to something unseen around me, and this is only one thing.
I am amazed to see such heaviness of snow so sudden, like overnight?
ReplyDeleteLove the wedding arch and hope you hummed "Here comes the Bride" - did you?
Erika
It was a wonderful relieving and sunny sight after so many overcast and rainy days. No, I didn't hum the wedding song, it was more of a brrrr song as snow trickled down from the wedding arch inside my jacket collar. Thanks for joining me all these times, Erika. I hope you can make it to one of the shows.
DeleteYour photos so brisk and clear and full of the freshness of winter's first chill. I could sense the cool air, no .... I was breathing it and 'feeling' it and comprehending the cold and the 'thrill' withing the majesty of it all. How great it is that one such as you could have this journey topped off so 'sweetly'
ReplyDeleteIt's hard not to take brisk and clear photos on such a white and bright day, Junnie. I'm glad you breathed and felt the cold, the majesty of it all.
DeleteWow! All that froth on the tips of the pines! I'd call it a crowning moment! In any case what foresight to have had all this preplanned your trek. Bravo to all these masterpieces photos.
ReplyDeleteDid I have foresight, Alex? I t's going out there, doing something, hoping for luck. Without going, what chance of luck? See you on the 29th.
Deletea page unwritten
ReplyDeletehow the muse wrote
in white
the sweet wise dreams
of an invisible bear
The muse did indeed write in white, Kathabela. Snow is like the Cambrian explosion, when new creatures seemingly arrived overnight, snow creatures, multi-celled plants and animals, all arriving in a snowstorm. Did anyone dream it, plan it, evolve it? Hmmmm.
DeleteWow beautiful tanka Kathabela. Here's yours Sharon from your own words:
DeleteSnow is a Cambrian explosion
when new creatures
arrive overnight
did anyone dream it plan it
evolve it?
Thanks, Lois, for evolving my ramble into a poem.
DeleteSnow creatures...love it! How I long for the cold weather and snow!
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Thanks again, Sharon, for the mini vacay!
Thanks Stevie, and thanks also for your art I see on Facebook. Words swirl and dance with lovely photography. You said briefly what software you use, but there’s more to it than that. I’d appreciate a lecture, if it’s not too secret or proprietary. Can you come to mine on the 29th? We might make a Snowarchbeingonewiththeearth. A mini vacay.
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