Art, Pen

Uphill

Conical sentries,
rigid but generous,
shake-off little chunks of snow
just for some light-hearted fun.

Snaky paths,
split sometimes and sometimes,
take a dip under frozen streams.
Fat here and thin there,
nevertheless amaze as much as,
the anticipation of unknown.

Crimson clouds,
turquoise brooks and
sunburned mountains.
Somewhere amongst,
my insignificant existence
fails to dull my significant presence.

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