Snow settles upon the mountain
Tucks us in for the season like a loving mother
Thick and heavy like arms wrapped around me
The mountain sleeps
Stillness and solitude
How many have ever heard such quiet?
Are you afraid to be alone?
Did you think I would be?
Is it odd to believe
I could be happier
With the peace of the mountain in winter
Than around the chattering of other humans
Keeping busy with each others business?
It is a harsh and unforgiving world.
Which one, I ask?
As I remember how it feels
To walk down a city street
And pass so many
And feel so alone.
As long as there is snow,
I am safe and sound
When the first few flakes fall
Like a warning
People turn away at the base of the mountain
When they see the big drifts and snowpacked road
And flee as if for their lives.
If only they knew the solidarity
Of remaining with the mountain
Through her sleepy white season.
As silent as the snow flakes falling
I sit and watch them leave
I unfold like the petals of a rose in June
Warmed by the beauty of the still white mountain
Flourishing without the poisons of the people
The voices and words than never quite make sense to me
A world of words
Of which I will never quite fit in.
Posted by: highmountainmuse