Snow

Breathing in the light

so pure

achingly intense in a

world of white layers

of cold.

Feather-light in the air

but the magnitude

buries everything

indiscriminately.

Evergreens stoop and bend,

weak branches

hold no longer

and break.

Icy wind

cuts like a knife

carving its design.

Buried,

everything buried alive.

So deep.

It is the time to endure.

The only road

to survival

is inward.

Kindling the fire

fed by blinding,

reflective light.

A sun dog

gives a rainbow

of survival within.

Colors of life.

Our body

a prism

of beauty

for the world.