Eight-line Poems

Altitude

Altitude

My days of mountain climbing are over
and all I have left are memories
of the vast silence of the heights,
and the sharp thin air that launders the soul,
the empty abyss, blue with distance,
and the clouds, pouring from the summits,
wrapping me in mystery and gloom.
The memories are in attendance forever.


Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 08.25.21
Prompt: Mountain.