“My Secret Sanctuary”

Snow pack dissolves, shrinking icecap
Trickles, connects with succinct spring
Runs down icy, joins brook
Babbling descends to stream

Stream meanders past meadowlands
With butterfly weed, rippling grasses
Flows thru tributary into river
Enters the rocky canyon

Cliffs high as cotton clouds
Jagged, angular, shadowed sunlight
Chilly air rising off splashing rocks
Echoes of rushing, rumbling

Fresh scent of Blue Spruce, sappy pinecones
Churning white water, a mile long
Cutting rocky gorge
Raging river travels with purpose

Washing everything in its wake
Reverberates around bend
Water falls towards paradise
Pummels hard to form pool

Surrounded by grassy fronds of
Deer Hair Bulrush, Hydrangea,
Lady Rue and Button Bush trees

        My Secret Sanctuary


  “The more often we see things around us – even the beautiful and wonderful things – the more they become invisible to us. That is why we often take for granted the beauty of this world: the flowers, the trees, the birds, the clouds – even those we love. Because we see things so often, we see them less and less.”
  Joseph B. Wirthlin