Yuh-hai-has-kun, Cloud Capped Mountain

The unsounded, echo

of almost unimaginable distance

in time, can be heard

here, if you listen

open eyes breathe

the wind's whisper

sliding sun drops

swim through light

of unspoiled

ice and spirit waters

the Stoney paintbrush

blanketing meadows

blood red to pink

orange lemon white

wild calypso sylphs

undulating to

the song of life.

A bighorn ram

nimb limbed up

the scraggly side

of Yuh-hai-has-kun

the spiral road

cloud capped

to all but

the fortunate few.

Ken e Bujold

© 2022

Reviews

[W. Barrett Munn]

You have an uncanny ability to write killer openings that grab and won't let go. Impressed again.

Winston

[Ken e Bujold]

thank you kind sir. Suppose it is a skill leftover from the old world left behind

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved the poetry. Had the feel of a Ojibwa tale.
"the Stoney paintbrush
blanketing meadows
blood red to pink
orange lemon white
wild calypso sylphs
undulating to
the song of life."
The above lines could stand alone. The song of life, we can hear if we listen to the lakes and the great forest. Thank you Ken for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Ken e Bujold]

The title is Stoney nation for Mt Robson, literal trans is the snow-capped mountain

[Blunt--Instrument]

If I could write like this, I'd quit my day job Ken
Your words float and flow
Dig your style

[Ken e Bujold]

thanks blunt, always appreciate the kind reviews.
Oddly enough it was my day job, for decade plus, head of creative house in my own boutique ad firm mid 80s to mid 90s before I had enough and walked away. So not sure I would wish it on you, especially in light of fact you got some chops yourself when it comes to style

[Blunt--Instrument]

Irony is everything.
Walking away takes balls
Salute !!