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
