These distant mountains speak

[miraj]

(I really don't have a title for this. Titles are not my strength.)

These distant mountains speak
in tones too low for the living to hear.
Winter snow,
nestled on peaks
and crags,
is a single syllable --
a soft vowel sound.

I like the starting, sets the right pace to the poem 

I cannot hear the language  
of these mountains,
though I listen,
my bare feet
on stony soil,
my lips wet
with glacial waters.

nice progression, now you're giving the mountain a life, very good.

I sometimes hear the echo
of those words
in the footfalls
of a cottontail rabbit,
in the hissing of a
rattlesnake hiding
in the tall, summer grass.

here I have a problem, the rattlesnake image does not work for me, It's inappropriate for a mountain to hiss, maybe find a better image?

Overall the poem was pretty good and I liked the idea of understanding the language of the mountains.