Melting Away

by Matthew Dickerson

Glacier National Park

These mountains are melting away,
oozing outward. Rivers of flowing fire
and ice. Floods of water, green with flour
of glaciers we remember from yesterday,
carving canyons that grow down,
from jagged peaks wearing round
as rain falls, ever drawn to the seas.
While my eyes move up past trees,
scaling slopes, like the morning mist
that lifts and melts when kissed
by rising sun, or like hikers seeking views
where trunks give way to grass and moss
and moss to rock and stone, foretelling loss
or leading toward the cloudless blues.

Long Listed Poem 

Poetry Society of Vermont, 2024 The Mountain Troubadour