A poem by Loretta Strharsky
When did I first see you?
A majestic dawn of colors
Painted on your towering peak
Beyond any artist’s brush
Or photographer’s lens
I stopped in reverence
Respecting a beauty I never knew
I felt the blush of your colors kiss my face
You, so gently intense
Immersed in your hues of dawn
Grasping the indelible mark you’ve made
You warmed my shoulder with
The drama of an all-encompassing first love abiding
I shuttered.
The Wasatch Mountains
07/10/2021