Alpenglow from Welcome Two by Weary Valley

There is not an exit
So I do not leave
and risk sliding down the shoulder
a glacial tale old ice scatters

Purple dusk in the switchback frame
Golden light escapes a windowpane
Hunching over a steep incline
In thin air I gasp “slow down”

The hissing winds
A kettle without steam
in the evening ash
embers still glow
I look past

Lighthouse misremembered
Release the beholder
My lungs smolder

The midnight shadows
taunt “Stay by the flame”
Trees multiply while
they mumble my name
I stay tame

Airy hands encourage momentum
up the trail where echoes release
Did you think there was someone waiting
for you way up here?

It is beginning to get dark
So I go slow

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