Mountain peeks

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Honeysuckle wafts
upon the breeze
we walk the path
taking the mountain
pulling out our shirts
rolling up our sleeves
forever is beginning
the journey, tied
to the end, where
ever is slippery
sloped in its course
my hand is there
weather time or remorse
love is always, home
to days and today
hiking trails, memories
made, as we reach
exquisite peaks
heights, on mountains
dreams