the blizzard
laced its silvery
fingers into mine:
delicate and soft
but disguised
as the frigid,
stinging, touch
of death
an array of
glistening crystals
slept on the
unblemished, shimmering
snow
and the air was vast
and pure—
just like the soul
of the ice
itself
-C.C
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 8:34 PM UTC
the blizzard
laced its silvery
fingers into mine:
delicate and soft
but disguised
as the frigid,
stinging, touch
of death
an array of
glistening crystals
slept on the
unblemished, shimmering
snow
and the air was vast
and pure—
just like the soul
of the ice
itself
-C.C