The Pacific Northwest Forum
Volume 2, Number 2-3, Page 53
Spring-Summer, 1977
By Grant W. Smith
"reaching the high meadows"
Green winds brush the slope,
And enibriate coolness
Dances on my chest.
"intimations further on"
Glacial cliffs I see,
But this hollow bridge of snow
Hides what lovely flowers?
"process"
Trickles under the ice
Soften earth for the flower's
Catapulting bud.
"echoes of an avalanche"
On the soggy trail
A distant rumble turns me
To a cloudless sky.