Granite Mountain Poem by Kathleen Reiman

I seize this, a sacred day of grace
Drinking in the splendor of this place
Tranquil voices of gnarled piñions whisper in the breeze
Gilded lions haunting primeval trees
Long rooted in an ancient age
Granite floor, azure ceiling, withered winter grass, props upon my stage

Her rigid face as old as time
Now regards me as I in reverence climb
Cold tears run down her sides of slate
Quenching the thirst of those that congregate
Beneath generous boulders strewn about
And beside majestic crags without

I feel the Mountain’s breath, a sweet caress upon my skin
Binding all as kith and kin
A timeless stream that wafts upon the earth
Reminding me there is no dearth
Of divine and subtle beauty here
My heart does join the mountains joyful tear