Pristine snow at 10,000 feet melts

to become deepest blue waters,

crystal clear in shades

of turquoise, cerulean dreams,

stone lined heaven, and you

and I are together,

you out of the white halls

and slow drips for a time

and half a time, and

we stand together, the beauty

overwhelming and I hold my breath but

time won’t stand still

and the snow keeps melting.

photo by Lisa Paul

Poetics challenge: What I’d like us to do is to write a poem that conjures a view (whether from our travels or everyday life, whether from desire or experience) that is colored by the emotion of the moment. 

Poetics: A View of One’s Own