I am a snow-capped mountain if ever you make it to the top you’ll see my peaks and troughs my climaxes, my depressions

white and purple petaled wishes blossomed from the abyss grasping tendrils and Rapunzel climbing vines the sweet hum of all your desires...

like a late summer’s bloom I’m remembering again the magic of my monumental curiosity for nature and her divine creatures — remember when...