Snow slips silently
Out of the mountains at dusk
Swirling onto the valley floor
Shrouding aspens and cottonwoods
Hugging a sluggish slate gray river.
Great Blue Heron stalks the shoreline
Patient, Present
Stillness within the storm.
Hi, my name is Hobie Hare and thanks for visiting www.yourlifenature.com !
I live in Missoula, Montana which is roughly midway between my two favorite national parks, Glacier and Yellowstone. My experiences as an interpretive seasonal ranger in Yellowstone for eight seasons, including a winter season at Fishing Bridge (which is over 50 miles from a paved road during this season) ultimately led me to helping people connect with nature no matter where their feet are. Thanks for visiting!
Beautiful! Did you write this?
Yes, I did!
It came to me almost line by line and I changed a few words later, but I was given this gift of a poem to share just by being out in the elements, and by being open to them.
Thank you so much, Harsimrit, and I hope you will have a wonderful, safe and gratitude-filled Thanksgiving.
Hobie