Mountain Days

I went to a mountain once
When I thought the
Snow had subsided,
And the sun hadn’t quite hit
The pale stream that flows
Down from distant hills.

Is this the place I know?
Suddenly,
It doesn’t seem so clear.

Suddenly, as the sun
Falls on frozen paths as
Dogs climb up quiet hills…

I think of drives and time and
Wind that calls across cliffs. I
Think to follow but seem to slip
On ice and snow and songs
That I cannot hear but see as

Distant homes on hillsides as
Clouds that drift across
A mountain meadow.

Posted as part of Poets United Poetry Pantry

17 thoughts on “Mountain Days

  1. Magaly Guerrero February 21, 2016 / 4:01 pm

    “…I
    Think to follow but seem to slip
    On ice and snow and songs
    That I cannot hear but see…”

    What a wonderful feast for the senses.

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  2. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) February 21, 2016 / 5:06 pm

    To walk in the mountains is sometimes finding things about yourself more than anything else.. I think we carry mountain meadow’s in our heart. There is a sound of mountain brooks I sense in your poetry too.

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  3. Sherry Blue sky February 21, 2016 / 6:40 pm

    I like the feeling in this poematter that the narrator is both there and other places in memory at the same time.

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  4. Mary February 21, 2016 / 7:47 pm

    I think the mountain must look a lot different in summer or winter..and those frozen paths would be quite treacherous to navigate. Somehow I feel this poem was based on personal experience. Smiles.

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  5. ZQ February 21, 2016 / 9:09 pm

    Beautifully graphic.

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  6. Em February 21, 2016 / 9:38 pm

    Great line break after the(e):
    “I went to a mountain once
    When I thought the”

    It sets up the rest of the poem to be about a relationship.

    “Snow had subsided,
    And the sun hadn’t quite hit” … This is the limbo after a breakup, when you’re maybe a little bit getting over it, but you don’t quite feel warm and normal yet. Then you start to slide backward into that gausy fog that drags you down into … nothing more than a whisper.

    This is my favorite section:
    “I Think to follow but seem to slip
    On ice and snow and songs”

    This is such beautiful, sad poetry.

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  7. Jamztoma February 22, 2016 / 12:57 am

    I enjoyed this naturalist piece here. Loved the mentions of hills and paths and cliffs and all. I’m currently studying this in literature class. loved it!

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  8. thotpurge February 22, 2016 / 1:12 am

    Slip on songs I cannot hear but see… that’s so beautifully written!

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  9. Truedessa February 22, 2016 / 2:01 am

    slipping on ice, snow and songs…that I cannot hear but see..yes, nature sings plenty of tunes.

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  10. Suyash Jha February 22, 2016 / 3:12 am

    oh the ending is so deliciously visual !

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  11. Sumana Roy February 22, 2016 / 9:35 am

    “Wind that calls across cliffs. I / Think to follow…” a blessed moment to hear the call…lovely…

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  12. Jae Rose February 22, 2016 / 12:59 pm

    Such a tender poem…i suppose we can all travel to a mountain – in our heads at least..the quietly climbing dogs spoke to me especially

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  13. dsnake1 February 25, 2016 / 2:06 pm

    what lovely imagery!
    it’s a landscape painting on canvas. 🙂

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