Nov 2014
clouds grace the mountain
look like rising mist
trying to find space to fit
between the trees and bare ski slopes
waiting for snow
Out of all the seasons it knows
the north seems only to remember
winter
When we go hiking
my aunt reminds me to remember
the weather changes rapidly
while the mountain remains still
Having a sturdy mindset
cannot keep away feeling
From the balcony
rain falls five stories down
today I decide
not to fall with it
look like rising mist
trying to find space to fit
between the trees and bare ski slopes
waiting for snow
Out of all the seasons it knows
the north seems only to remember
winter
When we go hiking
my aunt reminds me to remember
the weather changes rapidly
while the mountain remains still
Having a sturdy mindset
cannot keep away feeling
From the balcony
rain falls five stories down
today I decide
not to fall with it
My Aunt Kelly and I have gone to Vermont almost every summer since I was in the fourth grade. This year, she really spoiled us and got us a hotel room at Stowe Mountain Resort; the room featured a balcony looking out over Mt. Mansfield. I cannot explain how awesome it felt to have a room with a balcony – I don’t think I ever want to live anywhere that doesn’t. I absolutely adore Vermont, so I was really surprised when life continued to feel so heavy even while I was there. This poem absolutely holds it’s own; I wrote it sitting on the balcony watching the rain over the mountain while there was some rain going on in my own mind.
