blue flax beside the highway,
ten thousand bridal bouquets—
each moment of the journey
saying, “marry me”
*
said the mama heron,
no more crawling
when you were made to fly
*
surprised by the mama grizzly—
one hand on the car door,
the other focuses the camera
*
in a field of avalanche lilies
each one
the most exquisite
*
clapping for Old Faithful—
thrilling at predictable
astonishment
*
sleeping in a puppy pile
between my grown children—
oddly glad for cold nights
*
morning alarm—
raindrops on the tent
each one pressing snooze
*
june snowstorm—
the morning takes its bikini for a drive
and slips into a hot springs
*
searching every meadow for moose—
missing it like that kiss
from the boy I never kissed
*
a whole week
with no blue—
relying on the places
I’ve tattooed sky
on my inner walls
*
seventh day in Yellowstone—
just another glorious herd of bison
and their perfect golden calves
*
the sing-along of a thousand miles—
even Julie Andrews asks
are we there yet?
*
said the desert,
you can’t smell the sage
going sixty
Jackson Hole Wyoming is easily one of my favorite places on earth. The grand Tetons and Yellowstone are among the best visuals anyone could ever get. Just avoid in summer and winter. Spring and fall are ideal. I went twice last year and will be back in early November
I loved the region, too! And I agree, late spring was a wonderful time, even so it snowed! But that was just part of the adventure!