dversepoets.com's Open Link night
Rarely does one see a photo of a snow covered Sleeping Beauty unless
copy-written or perhaps one personally snapped shot from near her in the Trout Lake
valley below Mt. Adams in Washington State. I'm re-posting the poem I wrote in 2011 posted on my blog in it's beginning year. I've added two photos with Sleeping Beauty in her winter glory as well as a sunset photo and a small general map to give you a more complete picture.
People I grew up with and who still live near her are fortunate
to know her and that part of our state that borders Oregon, known for it's lumber industry, fishing, hiking, huckleberries and green, almost storybook, scenic countryside above the Columbia River.
Her reclining silhouette looks up to heaven
draped in a gown of multi-hued greens,
she sleeps eternally above the golden valley
new growth where her flowing lava hair
once was quarried.
Indian legend says she died of an aching heart
Gods fought for her pure love
yet she lived for no other than her young brave
The story tells how the volcanoes rumbled,
echoes of Romeo and Juliette,
immortal mountains made their true loves grave
while hints of lime and magenta foliage
grow next to ebony bones
In winter she imparts warmth to those who eye her
A snowy princess in sweet repose
shy clouds cling to her feet
Springtime birds fly gladly all around
finding shelter in her terrain,
Rainbows often circle her throat
shining down upon her,
Her majesty can be seen for miles
Veils of mist breathe a faint sound
One senses a slight stirring motion
as she slumbers and smiles
This is probably one of the earliest photos of her. The Sleeping Beauty Trails and hikes take you up to an elevation of 4907 ft., are just part of the Cascade chain that runs from Alaska to Central America and beyond. Of the highest peaks on the map, we can brag about 4 ancient volcanoes, Mt. St. Helens being the most recently active.