yellowstone – Doug Hoekstra

Grand Observations

Grand Observations Sulfur clouds billow Like warm blankets, Fanned by a distant mother Keeping us alive Do not touch Do not burn yourself, In these deep hypnotic pools Of emerald and green, Sapphire and blue, Moods ever changing, On a tightrope wire Ready to blow

The Meadows

The Meadows As we left the lodge pine forest and Walked through meadows dotted with Yellow wild flowers and patches of blue We came across a field of ravens Nodding their small black heads to and fro Dancing and hopping in crazy motion Through grasses tall to them, in front of us Everything moved inContinueContinue reading “The Meadows”

All the Way North

It’s been too long since the last post. Lots of musings and thoughts to report, but right now, am trying to finish up a bunch of poems I wrote in June while my son Jude and I were in Yellowstone (and kudos to him for the photo). Enjoy. All the Way North Promised rain, weContinueContinue reading “All the Way North”