Winter Drive

i crawl slowly down
snow-covered, slippery roads
rubber bonding with

asphalt to keep me
tethered to reality
as my mind tries to

slip into other
avenues of thought like so
much ice underfoot

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Mountain

there in the distance
hazy peak reaching for blue
my mountain to climb

journey forward and
up a jagged precipice
my fingers bloodied

determination
I will not be left to rot
upon this dark rock

this mountain, though of
my own creation, will not
be my final death

For the Haiku Horizons prompt “climb.”