Hex Agony

The snowcap in winter is thick
Smoothing the ridge line
Under its brilliant billow
Soft against the piercing winter blue

It develops an icy sheen 
Under the warming spring sun
Defiantly it stares back
Reflecting the sun’s determined glare

The searing heat of summer 
An aerial bombardment brutal and relentless
I marvel at how the snow clings on
As sweat glistens on my forearm
Until one day I look up to find
The ridge standing sharp and angular 
Bare
Barren
Bereft
Against a sky shimmering with deadly intent