Glory
Glory is the Fraser Valley,
set in idyllic Grand County.
It is spelled bird, cerulean and small
appearing suddenly at my feet,
splashing in puddles
left by the Spring rains
of an early June evening.
Nothing but glory as I linger,
inhaling to awaken, to remember
sweet smells of wild grasses and native plants,
still dripping from their mountain shower.
Driving out of Snow Mountain Ranch,
glory is eggplant-purple mountain majesties,
jagged tips, still holding on to whites of winter-
heading north on Hwy 40
open spaces already calming,
dotted with douglas fir and lodgepole pines-
on both sides-
glory revealed in the newborn calf
standing tall and still,
her mother licking her clean.
then again, the sleepy white mare
rising to her feet the first time this morning
-yes, this is glory.
And that.
It stretches on so that
a human heart can barely take
it all in without bursting-
a moose crossing,
a coyote running, birds flying-
glorious….no…Glory itself.
Veering left into Byers Canyon
Glory is strong, the gushing waters of
the cocky Colorado
pushing both sides of the canyon open,
the opposing hillside standing ground,
blanketed in shades of unnamed greens.
Glory is gentle, a slow transition from
Winter Park’s Montane Forest
to Montane Shrubland in Kremmling,
it’s wide open spaces
enfolding the spirit-
with nothing but GLORY-
the Blue Valley Ranch
dressing CR 9 in its finest
before a turn onto CR 1’s
captivating last stretch –
finally setting eyes
upon the resplendent,
glorious,
Colorado River Headwaters.
-Susan Harman
Copyright © 2016
http://poetrysocietyofcolorado.org/members/susan-harman
Thank you Susan for sharing your inspiration and poetry with us all.
Â