Snowflakes draped, landscapes of paper froze opaque.
Vacating sacred spaces forsaking each and every station seeking safest places.
Alienation shaping faces of white dunes elevated, night soon erases fading traces illuminated, lighted by moon phases; glacier's pace excruciating, frostbitten, frigid in an aching stasis.
But I awaken from sedation, summer's warmth embraces; June not even undertaken so I await and ruminate in patience.
Had some bits and pieces lying around and finally turned them into something more cohesive/coherent but still not sure how i feel about this one (as usual lol)