"rise up to touch the sun..."

mornings seem
different here,

in this place where
even the
eartth rises up to
touch the
sun
in a swell of
rock and
prairie grass
snow fields and finally
a summit of
yes,
here....touch my
face,
my open ranges,
my
shadowed,
tender valleys
with your
warmth...

birds do
not
greet the dawn
tentatively
here...

it is as if they
are sitting
all night
warming up,
waiting
to
burst into
song at
the first hint of
blue light in
the East

a
chorus of
alleluias
to
celebrate
what never becomes
old here...
another
glorious
mountain
morning

alleluia...