Morning Mist in Yellowstone NP

 

Morning light diffuses in the mists of Yellowstone,

 

Blackbirds gather to feed on the insects attracted to the warmth,

 

A few birds perch in silhouette against the pale blue sky,

 

The mists envelope me and clouds my mind,

I wonder if this is real, if I am awake, if sun will ever shine again.

 We wander down the misty trail, eyes trying to pierce the fog, to see,

 

 the bare bones, the tree spines, the souls of the forest are revealed to us,

we are walking on hallowed ground,

 the world is born anew in this steaming water,

 

I wander down the path through mists of time,

 

 From the bowels of the earth the birth-heat is released.

 

 And then I find the life born in this place,

evidence of generations of its kind.

I smile at this furry friend amidst all this steam and stone!

I know there is a plan, an architecture to it all,

Here in the mists there is structure and order, and LIFE!

Note: This morning was our other favorite time in the park. We were still walking slowly and drinking it all in. We were here early, before too many people flooded the park, and before we felt the urgency to try to see it all in one day! I knew we shouldn’t do it, yet we did. Shortly after this visit to the Fountain Paint Pots, we started a whirlwind trip around the park and by the end of the day I know I felt rushed and tired and I wished we had just picked one or two areas and explored them slowly.

Trip to Yellowstone and Utah 2013