A Quilted Landscape
By Nancy Whiting, Kenai
Through the intermittent clouds
The rays of light come through,
Spreading the landscape below
With quilt of shadow and sun’s glow
The colors of summer dance
With the ever-changing light
As I peer as if in trance
To what I’ve seen only by chance.
The travel-weary soul’s refreshed
By beauty unexpected.
That scene, that vista, why must it end?
But Fairbanks is around the bend.
I’ve never seen what can compare
To that which draws my heart;
The majestic silence of dale and hill
In Alaska’s wild where all seems still.
Could I share that picture in my eye
I would show the world the sight
Of a sun-draped landscape view,
Ever the same yet always new.
Therein lies the beauty true,
Of this perfect gift from God;
The setting is the same and yet
One never knows what to expect.
