Peaked arms of comfort, beckon yet mock,
The luscious siren of greens & rock;
Nature's vast canvas, over it shrouds,
Charcoal sunk bleak, nefarious clouds.
Majestic beauty so persuasive,
Yet icy insults so abrasive.
Drenched relentless, to the beat;
Yet un-abating, suffocating heat.
The mountains call.
Despite the weary battle fight,
Unseen demons of hidden fright;
Suddenly I thrive.
I become alive.