The spiky spruce needles
are reflected in my hot tea,
while protecting me from
the drip of twelve hours
of Alaska soft rain.
The tea reflection
shimmers to my heart beat,
unheard against the
downhill rant
of Liberty River,
inches from my toes.
Shades of green
dress my camping spot.
River rocks color the water green.
Moss lines the shore
while horsetails stand guard,
and alder leaves glitter,
silvery in the gray light.
Shadowy ancient spruce
line the sky,
only interrupted
by the rare towering cottonwood.
The narrow cut of the steep valley
is dressed in green top to bottom.
Silver slashes compliment the green.
Shaggy wet tree trunks
and high rock walls hung vertical,
contrast with the horizontal river shore.
With a unrelenting gray sky above.
I so love it here.
This is where my soul finds
sustenance in the river quiet,
in the river noise.
My eyes feast on the green
and my heart calms finding center.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
August 10, 2011
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