Mount Blanc

by The Cheesesellers Wife

Her great mass
Tears the clouds, pierces the sky
Pulls at the high blues
Stealing it for her glaciersPale blue crumples rivering down
Grinding the mountain smaller
Carving, blunting, sharpening
Yet huge snowfields capture the suns glint
Outshining the glaciers blue claws
To crown her majesty

Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond

https://thecheesesellerswife.wordpress.com/

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