Gene Ervine lives and writes in Anchorage, Alaska.
Walking Denali Highway
Late May Morning
By Gene Ervine
By Gene Ervine
Bird songs I never
learned greet me each step.
Alert in this moment
walking and watching.
A ptarmigan stands sentinel
on a snowbank
brown head and neck,
still winter-white below.
Other white feathers in piles
or blown under berry brush.
This land yearns for change and
finally meltwater moves everywhere.
The serrated Alaska Range
her wild peaks and glaciers
always beside me
stretches to the horizons.
Gene Ervine is a former colleague. He lives and breathes poetry. Great to see him in VOX-poetica. Taking walks at lunchtime with Gene was like strolling with a read-aloud book of Bartlett’s Familiar Quotations.
It was a profound pleasure to share lunchtime walks with Ed Zahniser. We tried to get as close to Cold Mountain as we could in West Virginia.
We need Wilderness now more than ever!