I must go to the mountain
looming large above
with ridges and cliffs
The spirit sings from the ponderosa pines
and the sunny aspen meadows
where squirrels chatter and chickadees flutter.
Here I am alone in body
but not in spirit.
My spirit is shared with the mountain
where it talks to all living things.
When winter comes
all will be tucked under a great white mantle
while we await the sounds and colors of spring.
(c) 2022 Larry Kilham