Athabasca River Glacial Melt Global Warming Blues
“For me the door to the woods is the door to the temple”
– Mary Oliver, “Winter Hours”
Afoot by the flow
Of temples, of hallowed snow,
Of the glacial cloak:
Peaks wrapped in white rime
Frozen, riverine, sublime,
A shroud, nigh revoked:
Athabasca blues,
Pilgrims wading in the pews:
Doused, yet still afloat.