Mt. Rainier National Park

Mt. Rainier

Perspective

The trees

Stiff, still and silent

Pull me across the wildflower meadows

And down the mountainside

Deep into the morning fog.

The crisp green giants

Give way slowly

To soft sage replicas

That fade into ghostly renditions

Softer with distance

And smaller

And finally erased…

So like pain

That dissipates

Eventually.

Wild Lupins

Unfolding periwinkle
Reaches towards the fleeting sunlight
As roots drink fresh snow melt

And wisps of fog
Drift over the meadows.