On my snowshoe yesterday, and tomorrow is spring...
Subtle Mountain
You lie before me
Naked and exposed
Yet cold strong untouchable
As your veil of snow slowly melts away
Revealing your rich soil like warm skin in the sun
Scattered with seeds awaiting the short season of growth
Subtle signs of spring time
On your winter face
As you allow the seasons to change upon you
Your silent stare
Cold and harsh as it rolls over your snow covered peaks
Yet slowly you let out your breath
And the warm air stirs the land
Scores into your peaks
And sends torrents of brown waters
Gushing down your sides
A muffled roaring still hidden beneath the winters load of snow
The seasons emerging on your open hillsides
A metamorphosis upon your land and limbs
Sending you slowly smoothly into summer
Your warm intimacy of open ground flashes promise
That I will see your leaves open
And you will share with me your deepest secrets
And your wildest moods
As you allow each of the seasons to come
To go
To take not from you
Effect you not
Just pass over you
Let me watch like a voyeur
As autumn spills open
And you laugh too loud in your gaudy display
So fancy for all to see
Vibrant leaves of gold and auburn
Like lipstick and painted nails
I am not as impressed
As I am with you now
In your silent subtle secret
Slipping off of your winter coat
And easing into summer
The longer I am with you
The more I understand
High Mountain Musing 
You don’t know how long I’ve waited to read words like these, crafted with such beauty that I hid my Kleenex so no one would know I was crying over a silly poem.
We always visit the mountains when we “get away.” I wrote a poem once, when we visited Sequoia. I’ve long since lost it. Maybe I can try to re-write it.
I’m not a very new-agey sort of person, but I did something there I’d never done before. I lay down with my ear to the ground, feeling like I could somehow “hear” or “feel” the trees growing….the roots shoving out into the loam. Sort of like the earth is living and breathing.
I love the way you’ve taken the mountain and given it an oh-s-subtle human quality of a young woman sort of “blossoming.”
This is writing at it’s best! Can’t wait to read more!
Elaine
By: Elaine on March 19, 2009
at 7:15 AM
YOUR POEM HAS A TOUCH OF LONELYNESS ABOUT IT .BUT YOU ARE NEVER ALONE . THE THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS OF THE PEOPLE YOU HAVE TOUCHED ARE ALL AROUND YOU . JUST SIT BACK AND CLOSE YOUR EYES YOU WILL HEAR THEM .THEY WILL ALWAYS BE THERE FOR COMPANY . YOUR POEMS TOUCH PEOPLES HEARTS IN THIS TIME OF TROUBLE.PLEASE KEEP ON WE NEED SOME BEAUTY IN OUR LIVES
By: DON BENTLEY on March 19, 2009
at 7:07 PM
Thank you, Don. Thank you…
By: highmountainmuse on March 19, 2009
at 8:11 PM
Gin, that made me tingle! Just beautiful. I can feel their strength through your words. Thank you, as always, for letting me visit your mountains in my online life. I always leave refreshed.
By: mrstwiddle on March 20, 2009
at 4:11 AM