Last summer William took our family on an expedition up the slopes of Pine Valley Mountain. Near the first peak we stopped and William took us all through a writing exercise. This was the result of mine.
Breath of the Mountain: Pine Valley
By Vernie Lynn DeMille
Breath
Of the mountain
Moves into, out of, and through
My body.
Soughing,
Quaking at the slightest touch,
I move with
The Earth.
A rhythm
As slow as pinecones
Stills my breath, my heart,
My mind;
Until
I find rest.
My back to a boulder, my face
To the sun,
My spirit
Quiet in the cacophony
Of the birth, decay, and growth
Of being.
Clouds
Cover my peak
And the rocks tremble with
The thunder.
The trees
And I shudder
As the sound of Heaven
Breaks upon us.
Waiting for
The strike of light;
The spark or the terror
Of fire.
Beyond
My power to claim,
Past my strength to control,
I learn
Patience.
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