A Dream Of Snow (Poetry)

Tonight I’ll walk once more on mountain tops —
sink my feet in freshly-fallen snow
and stare down through the shifting mist to spy
into the chasms brooding dark below.

I’ll map deep-slumbering rocks and measure sights
from horizon to horizon — peak to peak
yet know mere miles mean nothing to this world —
it’s purity and beauty men should seek.

My lips will numb — thought drifts a random flake
while winter sun part-colours one low cloud
I’ll shiver — grow afraid I may not wake
while earth lies frozen — dreaming in its shroud.