Summit Delusions

Dreaming I watch sunmisted cloud billow

Dreaming, small figures crawl up the spangled ice below

And dreaming (of grandeur) - my snowdazzled eyes fixed on those approaching specks - windswept,

I sweep close my clouded cloak and, crowned with cold sunlight, Dreaming, I watch...

"Til voices wake me, sharp sounds, laughter - above...

––Dreaming again, I'm trudging behind, eyes only for the trampled snow!

Janet