Glacier Bay National Park and Preserve
In the milky jade waters of Glacier Bay, in Alaska’s azure castle,
a frozen quiet peaceful skyline of crystal blue persuasion prevails.
Ice always traveling down, from the sky,
clear transparent mist, white snow,
frozen sky fallen to earth, locked in centuries of azure ice.
A gift to the sea.
Masses of ice flowing inexorably toward the sea,
turning green and blue and violet in the sunlight,
cutting through rocks and dust.
The glacier pinnacles look like a field of ruins
awaiting their downfall, with a thunderous roar and a splash,
water flowing from ancient ice.
With ice, as with everything else, gravity works.
Shimmering columns of wondrous purity crash to the sea, erupting into foam -
at last, at last, this glistening cathedral spire has found its watery home!
A sharp crack and then a sound like thunder as rumbling ice hits water.
The piercing roar of separation;
we honor a piece of heaven floating by.
Still jade water stirred with roiling.
Blankets of silt, the shattered hulks of marbled ice floes floating by,
fallen in chunks and dust from a giant old Coke bottle
frozen in a million shards and pushed to the brink, calve into the water.
The power of glacial flour colors the sea jade green.
Ice is so amazingly blue, the visual definition of icy blue itself
Ice floes jammed with gulls scream: “kittiwake”.
Humpbacks blow like geysers,
sea lions lie draped like banana slugs.
Juvenile bald eagles gather on the snow.
Finding ethereal experiences amid the mist glaciers,
there is an awakening to the need to protect the magnificence of Nature –and will we commit to that need for protection when we return to our homes.
In the milky jade waters of Glacier Bay, in Alaska’s azure castle,
a frozen quiet peaceful skyline of crystal blue persuasion prevails.
Ice always traveling down, from the sky,
clear transparent mist, white snow,
frozen sky fallen to earth, locked in centuries of azure ice.
A gift to the sea.
Masses of ice flowing inexorably toward the sea,
turning green and blue and violet in the sunlight,
cutting through rocks and dust.
The glacier pinnacles look like a field of ruins
awaiting their downfall, with a thunderous roar and a splash,
water flowing from ancient ice.
With ice, as with everything else, gravity works.
Shimmering columns of wondrous purity crash to the sea, erupting into foam -
at last, at last, this glistening cathedral spire has found its watery home!
A sharp crack and then a sound like thunder as rumbling ice hits water.
The piercing roar of separation;
we honor a piece of heaven floating by.
Still jade water stirred with roiling.
Blankets of silt, the shattered hulks of marbled ice floes floating by,
fallen in chunks and dust from a giant old Coke bottle
frozen in a million shards and pushed to the brink, calve into the water.
The power of glacial flour colors the sea jade green.
Ice is so amazingly blue, the visual definition of icy blue itself
Ice floes jammed with gulls scream: “kittiwake”.
Humpbacks blow like geysers,
sea lions lie draped like banana slugs.
Juvenile bald eagles gather on the snow.
Finding ethereal experiences amid the mist glaciers,
there is an awakening to the need to protect the magnificence of Nature –and will we commit to that need for protection when we return to our homes.