I woke up to phantom-style weather this
morning and made me feel a little bit more like Henry David Thoreau.
Honestly, I despised reading Walden in high school but have now grown
up to appreciate his work and passion. And though I am DEFINITELY no
Thoreau, I did jot down a free verse poem as I was driving through
Utah (St. George to Beaver). It's hard not to be inspired by the
landscape. Enjoy.
“Utah's Being”
Winter brings no nakedness to Utah's
being;
how can this place wear death so well?
Landscapes adorned with auburn colors:
dark greens and rugged tans;
white shawls cover mountain peaks.
Pillows of clouds comfort them
and brings security to all who dwell
within.
The moon grows jealous of Terra's
beauty
and rises low to captivate eyes.
Yet in turn, it adds to the earth
and becomes an ornament to horizon's
glow.
High corrugated clouds rush in
as the sun begins to set,
casting long shadows into the cab.
The warmth is welcomed.
Posted on
Tue, January 13, 2009
by Drewbe