Unbeatable.
The breath of morning glistened
as blue ice wept wet over sunrise.
Cold fought movement and froze
fingers to rigid equipment.
Bivouac packed they began climb
keeping eyes on the summit.
But mountain thought otherwise
by its clawing crevasses.
They tackled first heights with
wary experience and reaching
a ledge saw the ice-cap ahead.
Granite-blockade bared teeth
of frozen resistance with black
scree wrapping sheeted maws
round frozen lines of defense
Avid hill climbers though awed
with vast views know overhang
of icicle cliffs laughs at pickaxes
and they back-track before real
danger of darkness descends
Majestic force of unbeatable peaks
means mountains breed auras that
warn they are invincible.