Climbing through the snow and dirt
High up upon the Mountain top
Helping and holding along the way
Slipping and slidding on the snow
Even with our walking sticks in hand
Finally, we desended to the lake-
Oh! What beauty surrounded our mist!
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10 comments:
oh my, this is so beautiful - I love Winter scenes and the idea of holding on together to finally reach the bliss - nothin' better!
Love to you
Gail
peace.....
You must miss the cooler weather!
I live in the city so I rarely get to appreciate mountain views of the snow. Sounds lovely.
Your picture is fantastic, Anne.
As well as your poem!
I know you must have loved that hike!
Margie :)
Excellent picture, beautiful words. I was right there with you. :-)
Beautiful! Reminds me last winter tough.
You have painted a cool refreshing picture in my mind, Anne.
Sounds like a great hike. I love walking in the mountains.
I love the breathlessness in the poem. However, am not waxing poetical for the snow!
Just stopped by to see if you had written anything new. Enjoyed this poem again on a warm day.
Refreshing to see this in the middle of a hot, summer day! I enlarged the photo--wow, so spectacular... Was the lake frozen over? The poem makes us feel the joy of reaching this breathtaking beauty. Great post, Choices.
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