Nothing is lonely in the mountains,
Blue skies, gray skies, sun or rain,
Nothing is too important
but everything matters.

There is only time for things that matter.
Every minute is sublime
or a disaster. The pace
is the same, only the outcome

changes. We cannot predict
what the mountains will do next, Slow
and subtle the changes come, Birds
arriving or leaving, the trees, the leaves…

Those stone faces are slow to change.
It is possible to lose a season – Time
is easy to forget until a flower blooms
or snow begins to fall.