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The Lodge

by David R Spellman

The weather had turned,
naturally
reminding us how
the fragility of a summer day,
now lost in the cold mountain rain,
can shift our intentions,
change our plans,
alter our course,
like the slow, steady melt
of glacial ice
now intensified
by the deluge which fell
 
The clouds hung
no lower than before
yet now, heavy laden
and blown across these
majestic peaks
they shrouded them from view;
a dark, gloomy, floating mass
in themselves
gloriously providing
a cloak of drama and intrigue
 
We sought shelter there
in the lodge
enjoying the warmth and comfort
provided by its glowing fire,
like so many others
who had also shied away
from their mountainside ventures
 
A chance meeting
along some mountain trail,
now again by chance
among the many taking refuge here,
leads to light conversation
and as impromptu as the soft notes
played upon the corner piano
a new friendship is kindled,
the chords of which
may have only just
begun to be composed 
 
And as the clouds continue
their silent, misty sojourn
I can only watch and wonder
what other spirits may
have passed here before, 
departed friends
 

08/31/2008

Author's Note: August 31, 2008 - Many Glacier Hotel, Glacier National Park, Montana (with thanks and fond memories to Larry, Karen, and Katie Davis)

Posted on 09/08/2008
Copyright © 2023 David R Spellman

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Charles E Minshall on 09/08/08 at 03:30 AM

Dave glad to see you writing again. Felt like I was there....CharMin

Posted by Melissa Arel on 09/08/08 at 03:46 AM

This poem is so lovely.. I like how nature is woven throughout the entire piece. Really great.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/08/08 at 02:40 PM

As if nature conspired to bring you all there and hold you close for a few moments. You do the majesty of this park justice.

Posted by Anne Engelen on 09/08/08 at 07:36 PM

What a joy to share in that special feeling of your holiday. Sunch a comfy feeling it is.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/09/08 at 05:34 PM

Glacier National Park, a grand setting for a random meeting which inspired this very pleasant reflection.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/02/09 at 10:26 PM

I'm glad to see this as POTD!

Posted by George Hoerner on 02/03/09 at 12:22 AM

This is really well done and certainly deserves to be POTD!

Posted by Mara Meade on 02/03/09 at 04:19 AM

How I enjoyed this; the descriptions were marvelous, the thoughts provoking. Congrats, too, on POTD!

Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 02/03/09 at 10:24 AM

Congrats on POTD from me too, well done.

Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 02/03/09 at 11:48 PM

I loved reading this story! A wonderful POTD!

Posted by Kris Mara on 07/10/09 at 09:08 PM

the imagery is stunning...and it's all brought so much to life and reality with the kinship of others huddled together for refuge from the storm...and it's now bringing back memories (different, but similar feel) for me to enjoy...I'm so glad I stopped by and read this today (am now smiling despite myself)...

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