Mountain Wanderer
by Megan Gannett
Amid the stupendous,
snow-clad peaks
I ramble away
these summer weeks.
With songs left to ring
in my fleeting footsteps
I scale the mountains
and ponder the depths.
This path, first traced
by a wandering deer
has circled this mountain
for a thousand years.
This pristine air
this nimbus of sky
has breathed adventure
since the raven's first cry.
This light, spun gold
as the sun takes rest
for eons or more
has crowned this crest.
Yet I, one reverent
traveller stand
no greater, here
than a crumb of sand.
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