By Kay Mullen
The snow goose glides back waters of the pond. Pigeon-gray patches of sky mirror her fading wings. Soon she will be white as reflections of the snow-covered mountain rippling beside her among tangles of brush, vast ranges of cedar and birch. At night, the snow goose nests near the salmonberry, morning light slips in an out of the pond depending on fog or hovering caps on the summit. Sometimes the mountain may disappear as if it had never been. Nothing is ever far from extinction. Nothing certain what the day will hold. What’s seen from any perspective still shines despite the dark when the snow goose sleeps near the heron with bedstraw swirls, and the sweet-scented blooms of bog-orchid
© Kay Mullen