Sometimes a mountain
shakes loose
its deeply rooted trees,
old riverbeds,
the tramping of calloused feet.
It spews out fire and ash,
declares itself free
of expectation.
There is blood-letting
as lava streams down
into the lakes
cooking fish and lilies,
boiling off complacency.
It is the wish
of Gaia.
.
Be careful
when you try
to move a mountain –
but never stop climbing.
.
© 2013 Betty Hayes Albright
Seasonings 