Song From the Mountaintop

The cry of an eagle floats across a distant peak bear tracks visible in the spring thawing snow Sunlight, spreading its dance upon the land the Ponderosa Pine and Aspen in bloom The glaciers look down smiling the higher you climb searching for that redemption never offered below The wolf trails the hare back inside its snowy den the road to all new entry having now been cleared Permission never asked for, granted, as the music starts it’s early May in the Rockies—the January of renewal In a celebration of new life, flowers wrap the landscape like ribbon, tying close the promises like good wishes on a Christmas morning It’s springtime even on the highest peak, and old questions lost of meaning now seem gone away... Until reborn in the arrival of yet another desperate beginning, —holding nothing back