View from Mt. Carlton, N.B.
Climbing Mt Carlton
We start out with our backpacks
Fastened tightly, straps secured.
We ease our way gradually
Up the steep and winding trail.
Our voices a whisper on the morning wind
Hushed by the beauty and the exertion.
Across the lonely untamed sky
Divine and dark the mountain looms.
Proud and beautiful
She dares us to approach.
Our feet slide and slip across the loose rocks.
Gripping my hand you pull me close.
We have been on a complicated path
These past few months.
We take a breather half way up
Content and transformed .
In the mountain’s purple hue
Our hearts entwine,
We arrive at a fresh altitude
Unfamiliar and new.
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