A call from the mountains

A call from the mountains
is a call from nature
compelling me,
with her vigorous presence,
her broad shoulders,
her sky of heaven,
her fluttering leaves,
her solid branches,
her faint smell of freedom,
the world.
A call from the mountains
is a call from God.
And so I prayed,
wistfully.

Fly

Fly , 

A midnight’s rage, 

The anger’s game, 

I extend my arms and fly. 

Fly, 

The world stays put, 

the sun streams rouge, 

I extend my arms and fly. 

And few across the sky.