Deep Creek Peak 2010 Revision by Leonard M HawkesDown Watkins Hill
Between Hilda's and Gibb's
Glimpsed only at snowmelt:
North on the Horizon
Between the West Hills,
For seconds only:
White from its height,
Pink, perhaps gold
In the Sunrise:
A Summit beyond the Basin--
Northward flowing waters,
To the Snake--to the Sea.
The Universal Sea, all
Returning homeward, swallowed
Up in the great Gray-green;
It does not hold here,
Not in this Valley of Saints;
All water ends Lakeward--
Salt Dead, confined by Hills,
Vastness viewed easily
From an Eastern Ridge.
But with the Spring,
In that moment's Brightness--
My Heart still knows The Sea.
05/26/2004 Author's Note: Springfever.
Posted on 05/27/2004 Copyright © 2024 Leonard M Hawkes
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