Beauty, cold and remote
in shades of black and white,
molehills of snow lie dwarfed
below mountains.
Still, dark firs ice laden
arrow up towering rocks,
belly-bowed trunk branches
reach for sheer cliffs.
Imposing, bold crag face
sombre face of its own,
sitting sphinx-like aloof
looks down on all.
Misty, low cloud drifting
shadows valley below,
skies brightening above
light up white peaks.
El Capitan (ekphrastic)
Stone-faced he sits on high
reviewing his troops.
Ranks of green-clad spears
march down the valley.
Crowds cheer them on
waving from the sideline.
The battle for the land
has begun.
