Poem: I Went To The Mountain

I Went To The Mountain

     I went to the mountain

      to ask it for its snowbound secrets.

             It lifted its robust trees to the skies--

          its only answer the rush of stern winds

       and the calls of eagles flying.

I went to the mountain

      and its icy springs covered me—

         a frozen blanket that bade me be silent.

      The great peaks high above me

   looked down with the grace of their

    millennium wide gaze.

I went to the mountain.

       I asked---Can I be part of you?

      It called the sun upon it and

                      took me into its white, sun-soaked embrace

                and I was swept up to the skies 

           with the cries of wolves and the

  rush of raptor wings.

Heather Lake