When things get too scrappy around here I like to divert. Art can take the spirit to higher places — both in a physical and mystical sense. While digging around yesterday I found Jason Hummel’s (AKA Cascade Poet) poetry website. This poem by Jason took me on a direct path out of the office to the top of a mountain. Check it out.
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An Alpine State of Mind
by Cascade Poet
Put me in cold air in high places
Wrap me in fog mixed with alien faces
Pour me into swamp
Chilled
Shiver these alp trees that huddle
From brush of wind
That drinks
Such moisture filling needles that
Drip
Drip
Drip
onto grass whose green sprouts
spring from their seeds
and bring to life
the meadow
of colors that cloud the alpine slopes
with rainbows of life
whose flowers slumber all year
for the day the sun shines
and warms the rocks like bones
and awakens
the
spring
in this place
so warm with life
shivering in the cold
(Published here by permission)
5 comments
Nice poem! full of imagery and evocative of the high maountains.
Is that Mt. Hooker in the background of your photo? What a great place to share the alpine with your son.
Dave, that’s Lightning Rod and Thunderbolt, up by Tigger lake, on the Res, Winds. A few years ago. Thanks to Jason I just visited for a few moments. Back home now.
I’m on my way out the door to play! Thanks for the inspiration.
PowderLover
Glad a few enjoyed the ahhhhh sensitive side of a ski mountaineer 😉
Ha.
It’s good some found escape, which is why when you asked to post, Lou I thought, “What the hell”!
It’s not like I can hide my dorky-nose-in-a-book self forever. Well, you never know, since this is a colorado blog 😉 Ahhh, maybe I’m safe.
Yeah, perhaps my bias will protect you!
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