A Mountain Cabin Composition

We retreat to this rain-soaked forest, surrounded by the sighs of ancient cedar and the soft murmur of fern’s moist lament, the shrill of yesterday’s business stilled by the baritone glow of the fire’s ember,

Here our breathing sings as mountains make song, bright melody scattered in a motley of leaves, steady percussion of rain on the tin roof, thin reeds of wind in the orchestral trees. Orchestration, harmonic with our being here, an adagio tucked into a pause of the green sonata.