It smells like a mountain up here
Silver sparking snow
Shivering and shuddering and slicing
Ice crack
Crick, crack, SNAP
Fog forms fatally
Drifting down
Rising swiftly
And nips my nose
Teasing, touching, trying to tickle
My cheeks rosy
My ears bright red
Beneath my black beanie
Crunching snow like peanuts
Like pecans? Like pistachios?
Boots, thick, black boots
Groaning softly in protest as I step
More crunching, more cracking
With a smell like frozen rain
Cool, clear, clean
Like crystallized tears
JE LEEST
Those Who Don't
Poëzie"I've felt the pain when lines are crossed; and those who don't are truly lost." --- My biggest poetry collection *ever*.
