Oh mighty one, elusive to so many.
Natives call you Denali,
befitting your magnificence.
You rule acres in the millions
set aside to protect your subjects,
God’s wildlife who coexist
and search the grounds for their sustenance.
Your spirit, whether seen or unseen
infuses them with the grace of nature.
We are humbled by your presence.
She wears mist like a silk scarf
draped round her foothills,
wisps of white cloud
wrap round her girth,
this Alaskan mountain.
Her legion of honor stand nearby
black spruce, short in stature
strong willed in spirit,
cling to permafrost tundra,
their tenacity and her beauty
reflected in cold still waters.
Photos taken from our dome topped train ride from Anchorage to Talkeetna, Alaska yesterday.
lillian the home poet 