Musky Wild

They're young, that musky wild still in the eyes Endless fates to seduce - mountains to climb. Heading straight up though thinly clothed Through bone pocked passes of grizzled ghosts. Just beyond wispy clouds the bounty lies Summits of glowing gold to pound youth's eye. The tempest billows -the air has thinned Sashays have slowed, brightness growing dim. Phantom of the glacier kicking sheets of snow Snickering at the frozen folly scrambling far below. Springtime arrives the town elders search For that musky wild, deep within the weeping earth.