soft scuffles, flurry into the frigid temps
the white frozen crystals cascade silently
opaque grey skies bellow in furry
spitting more cold as my feet tread
haphazardly, the cold bites my lungs
I run, breathing heavily
treading thick footfalls and smiling earnestly
whipping through trees, toppling over rocks
today I drove to the mountainside
knowing quite well a blizzard was brewing
distinctively reflecting the recklessness inside of me
but this was something which I love to do
to feel my heart beating and my body competing
against the coldness blown my nature
a hint of carelessness sometimes brings out
the best in me,
thick hat and slimming tights
yak tracks to keep my shoes from slipping
skirting around fallen logs and hearing
the crackle of frozen river beds
the sun simply glowing upon the snow beds
as I made my way around the mountain bend
golden light melted, filtered through the
pine leaves, stifling sweetness
with that of the coldness
I couldn't feel my cheeks and my toes
were growing numb,
yet I am much too used to that now
my thighs were beginning to burn
and ice kissed along my exposed neck
there hasn't been anyone to do that lately
I could see my breath puff out in front of me
reminding me that I am still very much living
it's not me and my head anymore
its me and the mountain, running without
no apparent reason,
other than to feel loved
by that of the intimate curves
and the treading of my
sore feet