April sun –
leaves above the fence
thicken
our small plane
slowly past the peak –
such vast white
*
so many peaks
smaller but not small –
stretching as far …
*
mountaintops
in all directions –
bright sharp white
*
I rode the air
to the Peak of Heaven –
and knew myself small
*
once upon a time
Mother of the World
I gazed on your face
My response to the final prompt for NaHaiWriMo 2025.
~ Our souvenir from Buddha Air. ~
scree – a mass
of small loose stones
precarious
(This is also a found poem, found on Google; and an erasure poem, as I selected it from Google's text.)
My response to the latest NaHaiWriMo prompt.
Denali’s
glacial beauty –
pictured
*
cold grandeur
across an ocean –
Denali
My responses to the latest NaHaiWriMo prompt.
falling ice column
impedes glacier travel –
but I don’t do that
My response to the latest NaHaiWriMo prompt.
skiing –
exhilarating
to watch
*
skiing –
good excuse
for gluhwein
*
skiing trip –
no reason to stop
hating the cold
My responses to the latest NaHaiWriMo prompt.
undulating
long blue horizon –
Border Ranges
*
swooping
from the range two eagles
ride air currents
My response to the latest NaHaiWriMo prompt.
poor Al
pines for warm weather –
winter snow
*
winter trees
have no variety –
all pine
(OK, I might be getting a bit brain fatigued by now.)
My response to the latest NaHaiWriMo prompt.
‘Don’t climb this face,’
the locals said. ‘We’re sick
of finding bodies.’
*
seated, robed
female figure –
the east face
(I lived four years below a peak called The Pinnacle, in northern NSW, Australia.)
My response to the latest NaHaiWriMo prompt.