White, crystalline, cloudy sky,
I’m tucked inside…
I am tucked inside–
so snugly tucked `neath
a blanketed world,
a quiet world…
The moon glares sharp on the frozen fields!
My spirit yields,
My spirit yields.
The cold won’t bite–
it gently squeezes
the breath
out
of
my
lungs.
To touch this powder to my lips–
It freshens me.
It frightens me
to touch it to my mind.
