Goodbye

As the sun disappears, 
temperature drops
and thanks rise 
for a good heater 
and heated seats 

Drive 
thru a frozen fairyland;
ice crystals bloom
from every sprig, 
tuft and tree. 

Fly 
thru flat fog ribbons, 
drifting ten feet above the plain, 
again and again, 
then          gone.

Whistler to Cache Creek

Narrow road snakes through canyons;
wearily climbs granite giants
crowded shoulder to shoulder
wrapped in frosted spruce.
They toss shale,
expose cleavages of marble,
drape their finery from heaven to earth,
drag ample hems through gurgling creek beds,
wade through rivers,
submerge in turquoise pools.