The View From Munich

Screen_shot_2017-12-05_at_08.50.24by Patrick Howse04 Jan 2018

Mountains range across
The southern horizon,
White and fused by ice
To the mint-cold sky.

There the wind roars,
Wildly flinging crystals
And alpine choughs
Into ecstatic spasms of flight;

On every shattered peak,
On every knife-sharp ridge,
A soul shouts unheard
Into the blasting storm.