A Sonnet to Ajax Peak

Upon the hem of Ajax there is sun.
Your azure deep extends toward the west

where rising tempest makes its windy run

against the valley. Mountainside, I rest,

spellbound to watch the gathering wall of storm
faroff but steady— growing— fury white

as it gains force. Here, it is still and warm
beneath a sky- how to describe this sight-
profoundly blue. Fathomless and serene
above me, and suffused with glowing light-

A bluer blue than I have ever seen.

So here I stand enthralled by you- and I
cannot but write a sonnet to the sky.