Spring in the Alps

Poem by Petrouchka Alexieva

The slopes of the mountain
Will keep their snow hats for a little longer.
So, the Alpine villages can host tourist in the resorts.
Waterfalls are still sleeping, creating frozen walls.

I am getting up in my whole gear, climbing to the top.
My harden ropes are strong. I have no fear, not at all.
My sharp crampons are stacking into the ice wall,
In my hands, the ax is strong, piercing hole after hole.

I am climbing. I am not giving up. I know, it is hard
To work in a rescue team, but we are saving lives.
The aircraft is going to lift the injured ones.
Then, from above, I can see
the beauty of the coming spring.

What a reward! Almost touching the clouds
I am getting the very first kiss
of the new-season's breeze!

Ms. Petrouchka Alexieva is Bulgarian born, who resides in the USA. She is a well-known feminist and a LOVE poet, TV persona, and distinguished scholar. For her outstanding lifelong honorary achievements, she was awarded numerous distinguished honors and prizes.