Fear

 

Poised at the top of the glittering switchback

Which plunges into the unknown,

I hover on the brink of the fear which pounds in my veins.

Then down and away,

Skis singing on the icy piste,

Or churning the soft powder like cream,

Fear forgotten – until the next menacing summit.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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