Wind~Mind Wandering

The wind~mind

seeks to break free

from teeming-town below.

The mountain path

crawls Intestine

winding with

no destination.

Leaves cascade in

silvery evanescence

from a Spring sun;

songs of changes

the forest weaves.

Mountain breezes

sound against silence,

sibilance of

pine strings.

The clear tones

of icy streams

over sobbing stones

not yet worn pure;

As distant, unstoppable

as the thudding of war.

Shadows shifting,

changing constantly

the mountain face:

You must not go,

Yes, you must go.