Footprints in the Himalayas
The crest above the grassy plains dominates the outlook; its raw-boned peaks threatening to pierce the very fabric of the sky, as beneath its jutting
snow
Degrading Terrains
Beneath dusted peaks of mountain dew A dense and rigid backcloth skulks, Worn down and compacted with Fractured decades of aged powder; Trodden into rocky
Falling Ice
The Snowpack glistens Against a late November sun. Weighed down by the burden Of frigid memories that Will later flow as torrents Into empty reservoirs
A Slippery Slope
As mountains break apart at snow-packed seams, They spew their powdered cargo without care; Destroying life with frozen, hoary streams, Their mass and scope now
Across White Fields
Across white fields of mounting snow You sense the winds begin to slow, Then feel them bite into your side; Your ashen snout will be
Going North for the Winter
I feel the powder beneath my feet; A sickening howl to the south, But I know that I am safe And so I dance with joy.