Mountain Time ~

The long hours come and pass away 
A hundred years are as a day _
In mountain solitudes like these 
Where stand the ancient lonely trees _
That have survived so many men
As kingdoms fall and rise again.

The thunder of an avalanche 
A squirrel chattering on a branch _
The canyon wren with plaintive call
The rain and whispering winds are all _
That break the silence of this place
Where I have lingered for a space.

To be a small, unnoticed part 
Near to a mountain's unspoiled heart _
And now I must return once more 
To houses where each has a door _
And windows one must lock 
And minutes dripping from a clock!
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"Chasing angels or fleeing demons, go to the mountains." 
 -Jeffrey Rasley 

(photo was taken by my husband.)