Blades of grass
Slice like swords
Up the mountain towards
Divinity and
Portage Pass.
Ripples make
The water's mirror
Obscured but clearer
Is my mind at
Gold Cord Lake.
Sailing towards
The deepest blue
Where nature's hue
Harmonizes in
Kenai Fjords.
The mountains wield
Their crown with pride,
And skies abide
The reign of the
Harding Ice Field.
The sky is dark
But a giant looms
And light assumes
It's silhouette in
Denali Park.
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 9:19 PM UTC
Blades of grass
Slice like swords
Up the mountain towards
Divinity and
Portage Pass.
Ripples make
The water's mirror
Obscured but clearer
Is my mind at
Gold Cord Lake.
Sailing towards
The deepest blue
Where nature's hue
Harmonizes in
Kenai Fjords.
The mountains wield
Their crown with pride,
And skies abide
The reign of the
Harding Ice Field.
The sky is dark
But a giant looms
And light assumes
It's silhouette in
Denali Park.