by Jnana Hodson

Mountains are mountains
like their trails, a mixture
of rocks and roots
intersected by streams
or snowpack
the wind ripples
peppered by birdsong.


Summertime, the top third
of the mountain buzzes:

black flies, mosquitos, bees, and a host of others
including a stray dragonfly
while blueberries form.

A raven circles the summit twice.

Lilting swallowtails
skirt a headwall.


Grooved rock:

the mountain flexes
its muscle.

The Ice Age
underpins lady slippers
and creeping dwarf dogwood
(to be bunchberry by autumn).


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