Dizzying Heights

Push aside the limbs and brush,
And grasp the magic
revealed through the branches.
Laugh at the breeze,
Grazing your face,

It’s crispness stiffens,
Pimply flesh awareness,
Invigorating that numbness,
You’ve taken for granted,
As comfort.

See jagged mountains looming,
Above massive foundations,
Veiled in a drifting mist
hanging in the valleys.

Listen to the mystic whispers,
Of secrets whittled away
by haunted whistles,
Riding the wind.

Hear the howl from chasms,
Chiseled deep in stone,
Older than time.
Feel it rustle
in the gristle of your mind.

Bear witness rigid wisdom,
Swirling answers to the soul,
Stirring vivid visions
beyond the dizzy steeples,
Of those snow bleached crags.

Reaching their peak,
In fitting existence,
For an exhilarating rush
as they brush through,
Wisps of clouds for fresh air.

Notice the sheerness in cliffs,
Scarred with ancient sea-lines,
Reminders of where older oceans,
Once combed along those canyons,
Tossing rollers that tore away,
History awash with the slopes.

Look quickly to see a cool gust,
Dissipate the vapor of your breath,
Racing it away with a seagull’s ghost,
For a rendezvous with aromas
and spirits of eagles,
Gliding now
then climbing within updrafts

where sunbeams shapen,
Seeming to bend
at the edge of blue sky,
For an extreme descent at last,
Blasting into contrasts,
Dampened as they blend
with alpine shadows.

Step upward,
Toward the nature of.........
The lovely views that await you,
In abundance at the summit.

Exceeding These Mountain