The sunlight faded
deep into papery veins
rustling listlessy
upon soft chalky wood

The entire mountainside
echoes in an awe-filled silence
and dusty wind
twirls in and out
in and out,
through the bowed pines

Autumn glow
creates the warming picture
of trees on fire,
rocks crunching
diving into hillside
after hillside

The mountain
straightens, and her spine cracks
beneath the weight of her beauty.
She is laughing and crying and singing
I am a pebble on her back.