Thursday, April 21, 2011

The Mountains Yell At Me

April 21, 2011 “I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions.” James Michener

The Mountains Yell At Me On My Way To Work!

Each day, the mountains yell, but

I’m on my way to work.

Their evocative stance is heady perfume demanding attention be paid.

This morning, they sat in contrast to the April springtime here on the flat.

Snow on the peaks were not just dollops of whipped cream

(the usual look in the slide toward summer),

but puffed comforters.

Heavy clouds hovered over the foothills

as I drove and looked, drove and looked.

They were starting to move up, obscuring more of my view,

preparing to lay down the other foot or so of snow

the weatherman has predicted.

In snowshoes I hiked a trail up a ways, entered a lonely meadow

and spring buds and flowers await.

Encircled by the evergreens,

it seemed a space that held its breath for summer life.

Deer, elk and moose teetered at the edges of dangerous hunger,

waited for green morsels to appear;

new growth meant

finally a good meal.

Streams broke into fast running, snow chunks tumbled off

and joined the flow, while tiny whitecaps echoed the ocean’s power.

A gray jay called with a ‘chuck, chuck’, waiting for the response,

then flew into the pines.

I wandered along to the trail again, and spotted an Abert’s squirrel,

working its way around the tree.

As I near work. . .

Wait, the mountain is screaming, come now!

But I cannot.

I can only look forward to the times my imagined pictures become real.


  1. Sounds like we were on somewhat of the same page today. We are so on the edge of spring! It slips back to winter so easily at this time of year, but more and more time is spent in green, and more and more animals appear. And more and more time is spent imagining time to enjoy it!

  2. Very vivid imagery! You must pine for the time you can be in the mountains.


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