The Icy Peak Beckoned
The icy peak beckoned
Sun easing itself into bed
Tendrils of fingered shadows fled
Our guide was busy chatting
Seeking favored secrets
Prompting subtle whispers
Our snow-capped trophy
Caught a tinge of sunshine
Shed a raspberry tear
I kissed its frozen face
Licked my lips
With a slurping smile
©7/15/2023
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2023
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