mountain hike
we drink from the beginning
        of a great river

night of stars
all along the precipice
goat bells ring

how I linger
at the summit . . .
autumn colors

prairie stream --
what I know about mountains
in these stones

in the mountains
divorce papers
delivered by hand

thirty years of this
thirty years of that . . .
the blue-green mountains

winter mountains . . .
an old friend disappears
into the mist

Hiking
into the clouds
the view within

the old preacher
walking by the mountains
head down

first coolness . . .
   for a moment
       I see it without a name:
          Mt. Fuji

mountain sunset --
among pine
one red-leafed tree

nobody
to overtake --
the mountain path

mountain air
a caterpillar reaches
the twig's end

mountain pool
in its clarity small stones
and the flash of minnows

just sitting here
spring about to burst
from the mountain laurel

Wavering down
        the mountain pass
                a yodel

my problems forgotten --
a path through the pines
up the mountain

mountain moonrise
the sound I didn't know
I had in me

   By my burro's ears,
seeing even after dark
   how the mountain nears.

dust from the mountains --
a rainbow rises
on carwash mist

The first lights come on . . .
  above the eastern mountains
      a glimmer of stars

the elk herd
moving down the ridge
-- an early snow

A light river wind;
     on the crannied cliff
        hang harebell and fern

sun boils
over the mesa
a cholla bud opens red

summer alp summit
the raven's croak ebbs
into the vastness

mountain pass
we rebuild the cairn
to fit the wind

Nothing but mountains . . .
and yet with every wind,
the smell of the sea.

just a minnowó
the granite mountain wobbles
on the lake

the barnacled flukes
of migrating whales . . .
mountains lost in haze

noonday heat
the mountains recede
in pale blue