Crouched among the ferns
Humbler than its lofty host
No less beautiful
Stillness that awaits the rain
Only insects breathe
Stairs flow uphill to ridge top.
Weary feet thank you.
Vibrant new colors, textures
Richer than before
Summer heats even shadows
Do mountains miss snow?
Built stairs for water to climb
Nor carpeted them
Enjoy the summer languor
Fall comes soon enough
Until you lifted your face
Looking at the sky
Unquiet mind, restless feet
Still forest below
aah… poetry