White walking down
The slate mountain

Snowing
Icicles

All the hallmarks
Of a sun-drenched
Alpine cascade
Of snow meadows
And blue trees

Every leaf a message
Every snowflake a
Way to think about
How to stay

At the peak

For weeks and freeze
With the solemn
Stoic gaze of the
Gorgon mountain

Waiting for when
Lightning strikes

And suddenly the
Place is shocked

Paralyzed

Time and place
Stopped and captured

With ice crystals
The stone
Refracting the light
Into fractals of
Beauteous designs

Shining through
With all the colors
Of every spectrum
Is the sun

Glowing mightily over
A new statue
On the slate peaks

Of a grey chain
Of intrinsic
Instincts

Willing to freeze
Wanting to stay

And see all the places