Sonnet: See the Mountain Snow

See the mountain snow, especially in spring

That’d clung to crags, now tumbles down the slope

Like a mountaintop thunderstorm in hope

Of rushing to its base: another thing

That happens on a fault line when you sing

A faulty song, invoking on the slope

Negations to the rain-dance, saying nope

To every limitation clouds could bring.

Your eyes were like the crystal pools that gloat

High among the rocky mount Olympus’ peaks

And glisten with the cold and empty skies—

Wishing up high we could frisk about at sunrise,

And graze along the craggy peaks for weeks

With all the nimble boing of mountain goats.