The mountains are a woman
A haven
Of dangerous angles
Tumbled volcanoes
Broke themselves upon her
And still
She stands

A home
And a hiding place
Of unique beauty
And changeable moods
Implacable majesty
Cloaks her every expression

And so we live
in her shade
and listen to her life
after sundown

She holds every color
within her faces
And stands through time
Yielding slowly
To elements
And years

Caroline A. Slee, 2016