A purple veil enveloped the peaks and ridges
along the mystical divide
where snowpack and summer rains
chart opposite courses toward distant seas.
Born of the ancient heave and shudder
of oceanic and continental plates,
the Rockies transfix our wondering eyes
by the spell of their arcane mysteries.
So it has been for those who carved our trails
and called their mountians by name:
Arapaho - hoh'enii
Hopi - tuukwe
Ute – Kåib
All of these good fellow journey folk
have listened to the same timeless airs
chanted by murmuring streams and cataracts
and seen hope reflected in an alpine lake.
We have heard the soaring calls of the Rockies
on either side of the great divide
We have heard the mountains’ healing presence
softly whispering us to our homes.
Across the Divide is the first in a cycle of poems called Echoes from Colorado which will open my new book called From the Mountains to the Sea.
This cycle will constitute the opening my new poetry book called From the Mountains to the sea. Should be out in a month or two
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