A view from Rocky Mountain National Park
Last week, we visited family and friends in Colorado, which was just delightful (I hope to write a book-themed post about the trip, but you know my track record on posts I plan to write). The scenery is gorgeous, of course, and we were treated to quite an array of weather, starting with heavy snow and including rain, mist, thunderstorms, and brilliant sunshine.
I just came across this little poem by David Mason, called “In the Mushroom Summer,” that gives a good sense of what the mountain landscape looks like in the rain. I love the way the speaker knows how high he’s climbed only by the sight of the flowers in an alpine meadow.
Do tell: Do you have a favorite poem about a place you’ve traveled?
Rosemary and Reading Glasses 
I like this poem. Somewhat unexpectedly, but I did like it.
I love the rain soaking through his shirt leaving him unharmed. Why do we think rain will hurt us? As for poem of place, Wordsworth’s The Daffodils brings me right into the very field of wild daffodils that grew across from the county dump near my childhood farm. Every March, millions on millions of blazing yellow daffodils bobbing about and bees to match. Now the place is a housing sub-division and the daffodils are gone.