Too soon
do they
come
in lurid
space suit clothes.
Assert an unwelcome
assault
on the snow.
Stomp
through foliage.
Slash
at trees.
Snap off
crystal stalactites.
Spoil shamelessly.
And as they leave - having heaped a drift of snow on the hood -
they comment with unfelt irony
on their
communion
with the bush.
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Alpine Wilderness
Poetry"Alpine Wilderness" tries to capture the beauty, fragility and purity of an alpine wilderness before it is sullied by the arrival of snow hoons. There is a magic timeless quality to snow and ice and it is heart-breaking to find an untouched spot tha...
