We yearn for the pursuit of kaleidoscopes
Of twisting foliage, evergreen
Intertwined with roses that bloom
The entire spectrum under the sun.
So, we fly over deep navy seas
Over mountain peaks
To find colours upon colours
And shades that we are yet to behold.
But it was the white neige
That caught me breathless.
The woollen blankets that wrapped the fields
Shielding the earth from the blight winter.
It hung to the nettles like sparkling
Glimmering in the morning sun.
I found myself in my own fairy tale
The magic of the frost that brought the world alive
Branches, empty, arched over the path
Beckoning me to come closer.
Light reflected off the stone-cold streams
Like the mirror that tells all.
I was Alice.
In a world of my own
Breathing in the frosted air
That stung with icicles in my lungs
It was as if I as breathing for the first time.
I was made anew
Under the canopy of snowflakes
Nose red raw
I carved my footsteps
One by one
As I ran through the winter