Humpback Rocks, Early Spring
So I took you up with me
to this chiseled place
where the clouds are closer
than their shadows
The whisper among the trees
a shout of bark and lichened rock
Mountainside trees stand differently
shaped by cascading arrangement
higher up where the wind is so loud
you no longer register it as sound
all I hear is the noise of trees bending
against each other, ajar to the invisible
like doors opening all around me
Ok, this is my new favorite poem of yours, Jeff. Fantastic piece.
Keep opening those doors, Jeff. We’ll follow.
“ajar to the invisible” — a great phrase, Jeff. And the second picture looks like a whale.
Hey Chris! Yeah, it looks just like a humpback whale … I wondered if that is how the outcropping got its name, but it is so small compared to the entirety of that rocky summit. Who knows?
How lyrical! You’ve perfectly captured the Appalachian summit.
Thanks. Sometimes you need such a dramatic exterior to make you reflect on interior summits.