Whistler is something of a second home to me, which is great. The resort provides all kinds of wonderful activities. Skiing, of course, and mountain biking. But also, swimming, canoeing, hiking, snow shoeing. Having a pint or four at the Dubh Linn Gate pub while Ruckus Deluxe takes the stage.
I love a sky
Unobstructed
Cloud-filled and a little ornery
“It’s shaking me to bits!” the middle sister garbled, her tongue flapping against her lips.
“Quit your complaining!” croaked the eldest. “Would you two malcontents rather walk in this foul heat?”
The Colorado
Takes a pause
Between a hundred million days
Nature’s patterns
Repeat
In scale
And context
A Martian landscape?
Or an Earthly detail?
Like here, where the fires burned
In Yellowstone
And the sky shone purple
Above the sun’s yellow, turned
But time itself wields no might
But for agents of change
Like the workings of nature and her creatures
I walk a beach at ebbing tide
And leave footprints of no consequence
Washed away in just a couple of waves
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