Cliffside

Billows folded into the

crags,
their shadowed hands clawing the peaks.
Cracks and roars spilled from the jagged spine;
shards of light lanced the heavens,
and ice, like splintered stars,
plummeted, striking earth with a shudder.

The wind carved its cry,
a blade against our breath.
We pressed close,
guarding warmth like a trembling ember.

Wrapped in wool and purpo…