The Doubt

you are extolled with praises by poets. Your cold weather with wild chillness However a barrier, they still praise Crowning you with more wordy ice. Under the winking stars, friendly With the smiling moon illustriously Above you in wintered darkness so vigilantly You look like a watch-dog obediently. You are cool at night, even snowy Frozen and foggy sometimes. Newlyfresh like a pious lady on sunny. You look different and different to me. Streaks of water golden and silvery Day and night and with sprayed flowery colours of bed for birds and breeze To rest in cold is an eternal amaze. But a doubt. Sitting on your peak Caught by cold I'am shivering. You're meek! How come? Ever've sneezed lady mountain?