Winter, her darkness hidden beneath a soft mask of gentle snowfall, is by others so taken for granted without question. When the common eye gazes at her, the body is clenched by Winter’s cooling kiss and the mind is met with a flurry of chilling depression. Every year she wanders down her mundane path, adrift with her blizzard, making all beneath her weary in her wake. The harsh cold breeze, alongside her routinely fettered arrival, spreads throughout each delicate snowflake. Yet to me she feels like a sweet gust of frost; her pureness and flattering beauty make my heart bloom wonders like Winter’s plush white rose brimming with life. I want to hold her forever like a Winter wolf in my arms; such bittersweet coldness met with the glowing warmth and devotion of a loving wife. The beautiful, long Winter night is so shallow, so filled with sleet, so freezing-cold; perfect for admiring the fresh, rejuvenating, slushy sight. If she would leave my sight, my heart would be punctured by an unmelted icicle and met with the stinging infliction of hail’s spiteful bite. Her curse of internal black snowstorms, so mysteriously enticing, would leave me scorching in the blazing flames of a frostbitten fire. The dear Winter so cold yet so heartwarming I long; without her beside me, my life is an iceberg of polar isolation joined by a Siren’s sorrowful choir. She is the blanket-like avalanche that fills me with heartwarming chills; her cold palms hold the key to my very heart. She may shatter it when she desires, much like a frozen diamond jewel sitting atop a fragile glacial arch. Her cold beauty; it wraps around my body and digs mercilessly into the crevices of my vulnerable soul. So soft, so warm, and so alluring; along every clearing, every slope, and every bank, undoubtedly Winter’s uncanny beauty is bestowed. The Winter so shallow and so pure white with snow; I’ll love her forever, beyond and below.
--Brooke Lynn Reinhardt
Thebesda · Sat Jan 21, 2017 @ 07:34pm · 0 Comments |