Honeysuckle heavy scent

Cloaks the evening in sheets of sweetened air

As I swim through its orbit

Drawn to the yellow white and pink trumpets 

Suspended on a green tangle of spider webs

 

The hills draw me, from the valley and gliding river 

A silver snake writhing it’s way chaotically 

Burying its head in the forest below

Sleepy with a haze of wings 

 

Lush meadow gives way to sheep short grass

Ancient rocks , sentinels of history 

Scarred only from the wind and rain

Holding their own secrets 

 

Upwards the grass fades to scrambled  scree

Breathless takes my lungs

Sharpness takes my chest

A life’s struggle to the top

 

The honeysuckle a distant memory 

With its arms of youth and hope

Now poised at the top, cold rock for company

I look up , 

Another  peak .

 

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