Words
British Columbia, Canada
In a place between mountains,
voices arise from a solitude
of snow-vapors merging
with the chanting flights
of clouds.
Meltwater runs ribbons
from granite walls resounding
with the rumbling rhythms
of the earth.
In the high alpine meadow,
the drone of mosquitoes mix
with the ancient mystic mumbles
from solemn weathered trees
to the high-pitched laughter
of wildflowers.
I can almost hear the words,
but they are drowned
by the pounding thunder
of my footsteps.
// © by wataru ebihara
voices arise from a solitude
of snow-vapors merging
with the chanting flights
of clouds.
Meltwater runs ribbons
from granite walls resounding
with the rumbling rhythms
of the earth.
In the high alpine meadow,
the drone of mosquitoes mix
with the ancient mystic mumbles
from solemn weathered trees
to the high-pitched laughter
of wildflowers.
I can almost hear the words,
but they are drowned
by the pounding thunder
of my footsteps.
// © by wataru ebihara