to this place beneath the peaks
It slides across the snow fields
that still linger in July
The only sound is water
cascading down the cliffs
And the gentle song of birds
as they greet the coming day
The deer add graceful beauty
as they graze in watchful silence
Then turn to bound with weightless leaps
into the trees once more
The magic here is subtle
and seeps into my soul
August 2004
Glacier National Park
