©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
“Autumn’s Harmony” by Rachel Pettit
Take me to the mountain crest
along a winding trail.
Let the sweet air fill my chest;
lift me like a sail.
Spread the sky before my eyes.
Anoint my soul with trees.
Invoke the splendor of each rise;
impel me to my knees.
Garnish me in autumn leaves;
grind me to rough-hewn stone.
Brush all the earth in golds and greens;
dust me in grit and bone.
Infuse my veins with rich, brown earth
and point me at the sun.
The clouds will be my lofty berth
before the day is done.
“The mountains are calling, and I must go.”