FINISH HOLD - #9 > February/March 2006 - Harvest

Harvest
Poem and photo by William Lixfield

As I approach I feel the crisp chill mountain breeze fill me, making me one.
The frost capped grass crunches beneath me.
Around the bend, down the hill looms the dragon.
Defeating me everyday during the summer.
I feel it taunt me as I casually assemble my armor.
The past will not become the future.
Embracing for success I push off, grasping the cold hard granite nailing the heel hook to crimp, crimp to side pull, side pull to the sloping crux.
As I slap the sloper I know that today is the day.
All summer I have waited, now with the dry air I don't need chalk.
Today, as the lust colored leaves serenade to the ground, I know that I will harvest this problem.

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