in the foggy mountain dew
in the taste of a mourn
slipping between the heather
like clouds between the sun.
choked upon as mentioned
hindsight years ago
now among the climbers
cheeks and tears aglow.
we will part from the past
upon these upward trail gashes
those tales beneath our boots
digging deeper in the fastness.
and all along the mountainside
her flowers weave more wonders
how can I sweep in panoramas
without putting the past asunder?
something poetic 