On Summer in the Sierras
A sonnet on a yearning for the mountains
By Sarahmarie Specht-BirdPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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Big Pete Meadow, LeConte Canyon, Pacific Crest Trail/Nüümü Poyo. July 2017
In my mind I am moving through the trees
Clear cold air, while the smell of pines surrounds,
The roar of water just ahead of me,
I walk like a lover toward its sound.
What I would not give to have that era
In all its granite glory once again
To wake, walk northward through the Sierra
Through flowing rivers and green forest glen.
Oh, how the freedom of forward motion
Calls to me at all hours of the day
Beckons like waves, like tides in the ocean
Like a whisper: Come here again. This way.
I wait in patient rapture for the time
For distance, trees, and mountains I can climb.
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About the Creator
Sarahmarie Specht-Bird
A writer, teacher, traveler, and long-distance hiker in pursuit of a life that blends them all. Read trail dispatches and adventure stories at my website.
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