Climbing Poetry

Frigid fingers clench and crimppainful pressure of granite flake,rubber soles smear rigid ripplestethers to the horizontal slashed. Whistle of wind.Thump of heart. Lifting off with taloned wings,rising into azure sky,silence broken onlyby staccato feathered cries,frosty mist of puffing breath. Whistle of wind.Thump of heart. Graceful movements,vertical ballet,lost in ethereal pleasureof peaceful ascent. Whistle of wind.ThumpContinue reading “Climbing Poetry”