The Blue Mountain

Fortieth birthday,

I climb the bluish mountain

loving the warm sun.

Distant winds blow in,

dragging along ladened clouds

winter rains have come.

Frosty winds numb me,

rain pellets chase me around

fog clouds my vision.

The sun disappears,

icy rains sweep the mountain

blackish clouds blind me.

I gasp in thin air,

as I push my tired muscles

to please my ego.

Flimsy nests crumble,

as birds cuddle to stay warm.

Heavy rains pound hard.

I climb the mountain,

collapsing beneath the clouds.

I am getting old.