For miles, Mountains
Mountains trim the plain
as bark does the fallen plank
sap bleeds from wooden vein
like the frozen river runs south
For miles, paw prints
scurrying and limping off
Trudging through the permafrost
Something sharp meets something soft
Scampering to the river’s mouth
For miles, running
Past reclining fermented log
Through the ponds and through the frogs
Under the frozen waterfall’s fog
Into the cavern up north
For miles, deep
Underneath the rooted Earth
Hibernates life that needs a hearth
But mercy costs more than it’s worth
Here it lies praying for warmth.
For Miles, Mountains
Do not forgive- And Miles,
They know how to get you best
Nice poem, I especially like the word choice.