Hi there! This is a poem I wrote back in October when I was in Snowdonia, however, it also refers to the annual Mountaineering course I do in Scotland at Easter and New Year. I hope you enjoy!
I am in love; why else
Would my heart soar so?
I cannot help the corners of my mouth
From lifting up,
Whatever discomfort, as long
As I am with them.
Who are they, you wonder? Ah,
Tis not a face; rather
A place, or, if you excuse the pun,
A range of places.
I am in love with the mountains;
The way they rise out of the mist
And pierce the clouds. The vistas
I perceive from their most glorious heights
Set my soul afire.
The wind in my hair, the rain on my face;
The sun on my back. I love it all!
Even, I love my wet boots
And my blister plasters, if they mean
That I have walked amongst the hills that day.
And I adore
My sodden hat and gloves
That someone knocked
To the drying room floor.
And oh! How I ache
When I breathe in that gorgeous scent
Of mountain air; no matter where,
I have found it; always
There, amongst the peaks. I know
Not what it is. But I love it.
I come back to the cabin;
Leave my boots by the door.
Flop on my bunk bed, hips
Sore, calves aching,
Knees stiff, muscles tight;
But oh, I know I’ll sleep
Well that night.
For I am in love with mountain air,
And anything that
Will get me there.
A Teacup Full of Stories 