Is it selfish or is it just
that I walk among such beauty? –
To breath in the morning frost
and be engulfed by the valley
nestled between mountains crowned with snow?
What is whiter?
The fluffy blankets of neige
or the sterile fluorescent lights?
I never asked you if you had seen the
icicles wave over nature.
And you will never see it.
How the world comes alive after
the glories of the Fall!
The leaves may tumble and turn to dust
But the gleaming lights of winter sprinkle
A beacon through the blackened night.
Your sore feet drag through inches of
mud and snow
Up and up
over rocks, over frozen creeks and river beds
Lungs tighten as the air becomes thinner
threatening to choke your esophagus.
Until your wary feet blistered and
covered with bruises where the blood pounds in time
to each tick of the secondhand.
Your feet have found