Hiking in Engadin
ALFRED DE ZAYAS
Engadin delights in dappled blue-white skies
of cotton clouds that waft serenely on the canopy,
while genial winds disperse them as the jackdaw flies
and younger cumulus return on stage ethereally.
Proud mountain summits beckon to their silent heights;
the rugged glaciers summon to their broken walls;
the raucous waters chant the seasons’ ancient rites,
keen hikers, bikers, climbers heed the sirens’ calls
The Alps must with capricious weather reckon,
burning sun and cooling rain, blizzard, snow and hale,
breeze and stormy winds, while booming thunders beckon,
blooming rainbows dazzle, ancient mysteries unveil.
Portentous clouds assemble on the peaks,
as mountain spirits counsel with the gods.
The slopes perspire and gather into creeks
that cascade into torrents rushing into floods.
Watershed into three seas, life-giving source that irrigates
its neighbours, sharing Grisons’ flavour, Grisons’ grace;
blithe valley of the Inn, whose many tranquil lakes
reflect the pantheistic marvel of this magic space.
Lush emerald pastures, extravagantly green,
extend to darker forests of arolla pine.
The gentle sound of Alphorn mingles with the din
of bells of bovine herds beneath a vault benign.
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