A Morning I Remember @ Himalayan Trek

Harsh winds have shaped the hollows of my cheeks
artistic rains ingrained life’s ruddy smile
wise owls tutored students from my peak
young lover’s etched their passing – single file.

Time and sun have added creaking to my joints
I bore high water marks yet stood my ground
a moose once spent the night in snowdrift maze
lone visitor on hills in months of Winter’s white.

I rest under clear sky and budding trees
while strangers pose for “selfies” ‘neath my eaves
long for rain drained rocks and hard heeled boots
memory of an adventure before they fled their roots.

I serve a distant melancholy need
of simpler times and every dream a steed.