Sunday, August 4, 2013

Mountain Climb

I thread my way
climb the mountain
in salt crusted shoes
landscape takes
my breath away 
clouds around my head
I sit to dine on bread
gravity works against me
shadow descends
plans gone awry
I have a sense of dread


9 comments:

  1. This is very ominous scene, Willow.

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  2. I love how you take us to this beautiful place, and then send a chill down upon us. :) Nicely penned.

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  3. It must be the lack of oxygen from the climb. However I agree going back down is something to dread! A beautifully compact piece.

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  4. Yikes--I have a sense of dread too!

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  5. I hope you're gonna tell us what happened, in part II...

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  6. succinct yet you capture an atmosphere of wonder mixed with fearful expectation.

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  7. i like the sense of reaching, going on that climb, being awed; i too wanted to remain there



    much love...

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