Pagosa Springs Artists

In Retreat

from a ten thousand year old

keep, an ice pack weeps as

steadily its waters seep from

out the face of the retreating

glacier and creep downhill

in a slurry stream as the ice

withdraws inexorably

 

and a waterfall leaps down

the mountain, plunges steep

slopes, splashes into the deep

filling the very fjord its

ancestor had carved

 

while ocean-going craft

ply the deep slash that was

once a vast mass of migrating

snowpack, but now small farms

cling precariously to its walls,

homes of the lonely fishermen

braving its wintry squalls

 

first published in The Oak

©2015 Bonnie Manion

   

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