Promptly Poetry

Thoughts at Altitude

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Thoughts at Altitude

Take the path up the mountain,
through the moors of gorse and heather,
up to where the air is sharp as breath
yet soft with the hanging mist,
there at the foot of the silent peaks,
their jagged rocks wearing only
the white blankets of eternal cold,
there lies the limit of life, the tree line
long passed and only the lichen,
low, grey and painted on the rock,
the lone pioneer of these bitter slopes.
Beyond is wide and empty sky.


Line Count: 12
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For Promptly Poetry, Week 35
Prompt: Illustration of mountain moor.