These distant mountains speak

[wesliewilkin]

These distant mountains speak
in tones too low for the living to hear.
Winter snow,
nestled on peaks - I would leave "and crags" on this line, not start a new line
and crags,
is a single syllable --
a soft vowel sound. - maybe try a different word than "sound"


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


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.  

I love your imagery! This is beautiful.