In a poetry mood...

Hadn't seen the sun in awhile. When it turned up today, poetry happened.

Mountain Glory-Song

For two weeks I thought the sun
Was playing hide-and-find
And tag-and-dash
And blind-man-bluff—
A fortnight of teasing games
Of almost and not quite,
And maybe tomorrow—

But today the sun came up and stayed,
And I realized—
Sun never left, clouds just tricked
My view—my eyes were the
Trouble, my vision
Too weak to poke
Through to outer-space.

Today the sun breaks out—
The mountain sings its glory
And I stand witness
To the whole, great organ
Of mountainous joy—

The birds begin it—

An ecstasy of towhee pipe song
And warbler trills
And camp-robber scree! scree! scrah!
And the thrushes, of course—
Running melodies over
The rocks like streams of
Snow-melt—nobody ever could beat a
Thrush for song

And then the crickets take it up
With the grass-fiddlers.
And the mountain opens up its stops—
Every one—
And lets loose sforzando

Dragonflies dance with swallows—
Escaping mosquitoes
Swoop and spin—
Butterflies, too, fly in a crazy
Dance of joy


And every puff of breeze
Sends summer-snow from the cotton-woods,
Weaving into the song and dance—
Twisting around my face
And arms, pulling me in—

The scent of sweet wild wheat
And sweeter sage
Assault my nose,
And every nook and crevice
In the rock throbs and thrums
In the glory-worship,
Begs me join in—

And I can’t help myself—

I sing

And

I dance.