Utah Birthing

Utah Birthing

Bryce Point is the place

where the world’s sunrises

are born and weaned

and schooled in juggling

hues of lemon, plum

and apricot but not

For nothing sunsets

run a splendid second

supplying odes and sonnets

to inhale for wooing or

simply pick your purpose

The lofty hoodoo rock spires

are stalagmite refugees

from prisoner of cave camps

and one can find friends in

in these pinnacles as easily

as one does in clouds

Imagine both elbows and

knees bent with them

in taverns and pews praying

mere gums in the creamy

alligator form lounging

over a stretch of craggy

towers as if brooding

Applaud the precise

christening of other sites

Wall of Windows

Inspiration Point

Silent City

Thor’s Hammer

Try to fathom time

at the bristle cone pine

it’s the oldest living thing

When sundown shadows visit

to stage a vespers act that

strikes hoodoo turrets into

mere displays of nature rust

do not dismay

rebirth occurs at dawn

Thomas M. McDade

Thomas M. McDade is a 73-year-old residing Fredericksburg, VA, previously CT & RI. He is a graduate of Fairfield University, Fairfield, CT. McDade is twice a U.S. Navy Veteran serving ashore at the Fleet Anti-Air Warfare Training Center, Virginia Beach, VA. At sea aboard the USS Mullinnix (DD-944) and USS Miller (DE/FF 1091). His poetry most recently appeared inn Poetry Quarterly and Rat's Ass Review.  A story of mine was published by Ariel Chart in 2017.