That God made mountain tops

At midnight, snow is patterned glass. Diamond bathroom window glass. Our crampons spike its surface with command. It stirs ambition as the halo of our torches spot the mountain walls. A fissure here, a jag’d rock there, a crevasse, a…

Climber in a storm

The mountain casts a shadow like a net, it’s reach as vast as an ocean. It hauls in the sombre glaciers, subtle pathways, lapping ridges, valleys of complacency. He climbs the mountain into a sky as clear as a pearl,…