Breathing hard. Heart racing like never before. I lean against a pine. The trail continues. But will I?
Step by step by step.
Until the rocky apex of Sentinal Dome appears. The climax of the ascent before me, I pour out the last of my strength to reach the top.
The whole of Yosemite valley opens before me.
the falls
a ribbon of silver
on granite
a symphony of wind
as an Autumn prelude
for 10/5/19: Prompt: (Gerry Muse #175) – occasional tanka prose
UPDATE: published in Poet’s Salon: Up There!
Frank J. Tassone 
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