the alps called my name
the mountains call my name
I hear, but am fearful about responding
they come to me in dreams
demanding to be heard
I keep dreaming of them, I complain
you are meant to go, they want you.
is this possible? I turn in for another restless night
the alps are demanding.
I must have lived there in another lifetime.
I always had an affinity for the book Heidi.
Knowing I have to go, I booked the trip.
It was an experience of a lifetime.
I felt like I was finally home.
I have been back six times since.
Cannot get enough of them.
They make me feel beloved.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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