Some Roethke to go with the pictures, from “O Thou Opening, Thou,” published in The Waking, 1953:

“The dark has its own light.
A son has many fathers.
Stand by a slow stream:
Hear the sigh of what is.
Be a pleased rock
On a plain day.

The “pleased rocks”–
The “slow stream”–

And, um, something else. But it also has bighorn sheep in the background! (I couldn’t find a poem that worked for this one.)