My mountains
Stand tall
Against the endless
Blue prairie above

Hugging clouds 
And kissing stars

An ancient love story
Woven over millions
Of years between
Earth and sky

Cradling a 
Small lake –
Tears of 
A crest –

Holding hands 
With aspen trees
Swaying in a soft
Embrace

A final hug is due
Before golden
Autumn arrives

And as white dust
Sprinkles the peaks 
Wrapped in the
Hush of twilight

My mountains and 
Summer
Whisper 
Bittersweet
Goodbyes