Brian’sPoems

The Appalachians

Listen when they speak.

When the mountains speak
all I hear is forever talk
about molten fire,
strange creatures,
endless flora,
swirling west winds,
and the shrugging off
of glacial overcoats.

These mountains are gentle,
broken and calmed by the eons,
and now welcoming to us all.
The trees know them better,
sinking their roots deep below
the rolling surface of their ridges.

The mighty oak tells me,
We’re all just another epoch
in the life of a mountain.