Winter

 Bullets beget bulletsBombs beget bombsWinter is never overClimbing higherMount CertaintyReaching out for purer airTree line blurred in the distancePausing only to rest on laurelsLooking down on tranquil canyonsEchoed sensibilities offendUninterrupted by sacrificeTo be this highTo have this viewStubborn knuckles hardened furtherGrander heavens scaled faster stillNo ropesSupport not neededThis is too noble a pursuitFrigid cold won't temper valorLunge or lurchNever vacillateUpon the summit reachedHorizon now among the conqueredTriumph nurtures tepid colorsYet breath evades its sacred dutyEmptiness gasps in silencePerdition prepared no pathway downRighteousness a lonely virtuePeace so violently achievedSun sets a fleeting momentDarkness subdues restful huesBullets beget bulletsBombs beget bombsMount CertaintyAtop its peakWinter is never overWritten October 2014 in Denver, Colorado