Up Over Flattop

We three trek the trail

above Bear Lake winding

through twisted limber pine

under cobalt-blue skies

crowning Hallett’s Peak

that flanks crinkled-white

Tyndall Glacier stretching

to the horizon’s rim where

tundra sunflowers flutter

in alpine breezes bringing

to mind Monet’s paintings,

but alive with rosy finches

and tiny squeaking pikas

dashing between dark rocks

and gleaming white snow.

As we descend to the

western slope, we gaze at

wooded lakes so far below.