Your crags of shadow driven thicker by the morning light;

I never knew so many shades of white, until I saw you;

The glare of your western face in the 6 am orb of sun.

The wrinkles of century old glaciers ribbed with dirt,

And your nose’s highest peak, tallest above all others.

Still, in the summer heat, you contain a million diamonds

And shine more celestial than the brightest, rarest star.