These distant mountains speak

[michellewareham]

(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. << this statement opens a direction that the poem would then be of meditation.
Winter snow,
nestled on peaks
and crags,
is a single syllable --
a soft vowel sound. << I therefore think the single vowel  sound is an 'ohm'


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


I sometimes hear the echo << the myth of echo and narcissus? could drag in that reference there with no 'the' and capital E
of those words
in the footfalls
of a cottontail rabbit,
in the hissing of a
rattlesnake hiding
in the tall, summer grass.  

[this is my first time reviewing... I may have experienced technical mistakes.. hope okay].