Huckleberry ice cream
in a
tapered glass flute,
two spoons, one vanilla wafer.
Sky in the window
putting on a show,
drama and loud opinions
without commercial interventions.
Roaming with the bison
in Hayden Canyon.
Alpine lake blushes blue,
reflecting on all it sees.
Above a meadow
standing with spruce and pine
and forty strangers (photographers); comes
a Ranger, arms folded.
He leans into a pine.
Reflecting on some scenes
observed and felt,
memories of a blue hue,
serene as an alpine lake.
Or a fat cut-throat trout
slicing it’s way upstream
unaware of the bald eagle
in the quaking aspen tree.
Beautiful video. Enjoyed
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Thank you Glad you enjoyed it
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Another beautiful poem, Steve! Gorgeous photos. It looks like Harry and I need to go to Yellowstone someday.
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Thanks Toni
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Amazing photos loved the buffalo one
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