ascend with frequency

there’s only one mountain here

but its heart is pure as snow

a glacial peak made jagged from time

high above the timberline

the clouds are floating well below

a winter wonderland made clear

as the solstice sun does shine

we ride along with graceful flow

wind sheared eyes made to glow

while from summit we decline

to then find a fire and a whiskey neat

warm my soul with courage

warm my frigid feet

the sun descends into the clouds

leaving the crisp air and stars in silence

as the moon cuts through

to illuminate the night with another spark