The Hardest Way

In frozen drops the rainbow sings to dawn,
that distant pink that flanks this mountain pass.
I step with firmness, crisping nature's lawn
under soft boots unused to winter's grass.
The toughest path, the hardest challenge grasped
and firmly, with my often failing hands,
yet now I sense the time for loss is passed,
the glow of glory calls from summer sands,
of destiny's silk ribbon pulling me to warmer lands.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.