Night wriggles from tussock and crawlers
infest skin, cold above our arms. Along
mountain’s edge, we welcome defrosted pine
into our noses. The water collects
within crevasses of a glacial behemoth.
We spearhead towards the peak, dissociation of
limbs to torso, us to hunting horns.
And through the mist, sun’s voice quavers
off-beat into gray, the tempest, and quells
winter’s gloom with nostalgia. In the dark,
like scattered seeds of Alpine flowers,
snow braves flight in wind.
Kevin Kong is a junior at A.W. Dreyfoos School of the Arts in Florida. His writing has been recognized by the Florida State Poets Association and the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards. His poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Teen Ink, Bridge Ink, Canvas Literary Journal, and the FSPA anthology, Cadence. He enjoys playing the cello and eating hotpot.