Mountain March
Breath caught, unable to grasp a fleeting thought
Fingers lose sensation
Tiny needles prick at
exposed nakedness
Ice crystals form jagged incoherent shapes
Desperate desire to
Run,
Across the ice rink of asphalt
Vibrant shades of palette’s rebirth
Adrenaline inducing adventures,
All distant memories of warm breaths
passing.
People slowly, shuffling down
Alleyways
of snowy mountains,
Hopeful glances for budding life
Only longing for
winter’s rest.
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