"Greenhome" - my favorite poem I have ever written

Greenhome

By Adrienne Clark
Dec. 2006 - Nov. 2010...it is a dynamic poem, always growing and morphing

(All but three of these pictures I took myself.)

If home is where the heart is,

Then Washington’s my niche,

Its natural beauty moves me,

My heart feels there at peace.

A map on the ferry.

Majestic peaks uprising,

Guard the land on either side,

Rugged royals of grandeur,

Hide magic gifts inside.

Goat Mountain, viewed from Mt. Winchester fire lookout.

Snow streams in these mountains,

As crisp and clear as air,

Feed rushing glacial rivers,

All frigid, swift, and clear.

By Alpental near Snoqualmie Pass.

This is actually Lake Serene, but it looks like a wide river.

Springy meadows of mosses,

Where alpine wildflowers grow,

Rivulets and ‘wog-ponds abound here,

Hid from the valley below.

Across the valley from Mt. Baker.

Three Sisters Wilderness in OR, but same as WA meadows.

There cool rain falls on calm trees,

From clouds of misty gray,

The wood glows soft with greenery,

In every twig and spray.

On the hike to Lake Serene

Squirrels bound through maple,

Eat hazel and chestnuts green,

Up cedar, spruce and hemlock,

Down alder and the great fir tree!

Chipmunk on South Sister, in Three Sisters Wilderness, OR.

 

Rain falls on the earth-floor,

Warmed by morning shine,

Wet-dust scent tingles noseward,

The smell is so alive!

Taken for North Creek Gardens.

The gray quilt filters gently,

A mellow, yellow light,

Ferns and rhodies gleam moistly,

All is green in sight.

Taken for North Creek Gardens.

Then sunset breaks the blanket,

Diamonds dance on leaves,

Bending lights of rainbows,

All shimmering with glee.

Near Mt. Shuksan and Mt. Baker.

Cottonwoods stand waving,

Before curtains of deep gray,

Amber light shines upon them,

Beside them locusts sway.

Photo credit to http://gigapan.org/gigapans/16147

Through breakage in the cloud-cover,

Peeps cleanly deeping blue,

Shafts of bright sunlight stream downward,

Birds dive, joyous as they swoop.

Birch Bay, near Blaine and the border.

Salt wind off the water,

The Sound’s inexorable tide,

Seagulls cry, yearning, calling,

Wheeling in the sky.

Taken from the ferry.

Dark green, tree-covered islands,

With sheer rock cliffs plunging down,

Before mist-veiled, blue Olympics,

White ferries chug ‘cross the Sound.

Port Townsend ferry.

Taken from the Bremerton ferry.

Taken from the Bremerton ferry.

 



























Small polka dots of islands
Speckle the shining Straits,
Mounded untouched pincushions
Of trees growing free and great.

View of the San Juan Islands from Mt. Constitution on Orcas Is.

Salt waves whipped by the breezes,

Grey-blue swells crested with white,

The sun glowing bright on the water,

Makes the wave-facets dance with light.

Me at Twin Harbors State Park...it's the ocean, but you get the idea.

 Photo credit to Maegan Peeples.

Birch Bay, near Blaine and the border.

 

The burning ball slips lower,

Casting gold upon the green,

A leprechaun’s enchantment,

An angel’s halo’s sheen.

Taken from the Bremerton ferry.

Taken from Mt. Pilchuck.

High atop a hillside,

A miracle comes in sight,

Running from their raindrops,

The fleeing clouds alight.

Taken from Richmond Beach.

Teal, violet, pink, and golden,

Vivid gauzes drape the sky,

Above the mist-blue mountains,

The day fares well the night.

Taken from Excelsior Ridge, near Mt. Baker.

A last king, crowned in glory,

Ushers out the sun,

Its glaciers robed in crimson,

Rainier declares dusk come.

This is actually Mt. Baker, but I haven't been to Mt. Rainier in a 

while and this picture beautifully fits the description.

As the sky-tints fade to dimness,

And the last clouds straggle by,

Azure now yields to navy,

Indigo rules the sky.

Barlow Bay on SW Lopez Island.

In the nighttime stars wink brightly

Constellations wheel around,

A full moon, sun of silver,

Casts black shadows on white ground.

Photo credit to http://pictures.n3po.com/page/search/tags/Night/2

A silent silhouette watching,

In the moonlight I think alone,

That if you truly love it,

Then there is no place like home. 

My sister Ingrid near Deception Pass.

The home of my heart, forever. <3