From my door I gaze upon the verdant glory

of the

Sleeping Princess Tamalpais

 

She lies in her regal repose next to the curving body

of the Water-Dragon Bay

Hawks and osprey soar in the tendrils of her air

Leaps of salmon know the ways of her secret streams

Dreams of ancient ancestors walk the swollen peaks of her breasts

While glittering lakes bejewel her coniferous loins

Her feet press against the vineyards of the north

The Sleeping Princess Tamalpais

Welcomes me to the morn.

© Charselle Hooper 2018