Even at this narrowest end
The breadth and depth
Of the canyon
Makes Earth
Feel
small
Tag: canyon
Sometimes a Flood
A trickle
Where sometimes a flood
In a land grown thirsty
While from the sun falls
Torrents of heat
And light
In a valley
Deeper than shadow
Barely a Trickle
Barely a trickle
Below, broken evidence
Here sometimes a fall
Mother Nature: Earth’s Artist in Residence
Beauty sculpted
With the softest tools
The utmost patience
Beheld by a mind
For a fleeting moment
Recorded for a moment more
While the sculptor
Chips away
Her pieces ever
Works in progress
Not a one complete
Hard Rock Cradle
Hard rock cradle of the canyon
Fluffy down comforter in the sky
Below, a river flows
Brings all I see and need to life
Gentle Tenacity
I remind myself
Even the gentlest creeks
Carve canyons from bedrock
With the aid of time and tenacity
A geological child
I think of this canyon
As old
Until I reflect
And recall
As old
Until I reflect
And recall
The sandstone
Began to rise
Some 200 million
Years ago
Leaving the water to carve
An infant, a toddler
The geological child
Of a mother, Earth, 4 billion years old
Tantalus and Cheakamus
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.
Point Imperial
We measure time in movement
A trickle of water
Becomes a rivulet
Becomes a stream
Becomes a river
All the while eating the rock
Over which it travels
Cutting a cleft
A channel
A chasm
A canyon
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