her face was a soft white front of gently
muted beauty
like a window pane,
wearing drops of condensation towards a
silent and still interior,
while outside,
fighting against the scald
of silver sunlight dancing on snow.
as if inside hiding
some warm, moist and sacredly obscured secret.
oh, her pretty face!
outside, the hoverphonic hymn of winter hydrated every
little piece
of matter around her.
an icy glaze,
glinting.
forcing her to become aware- yet
encasing the world in one indistinguishable and
unmarked
little ice-littered grave.
layers upon layers.
building up
as winter goes...
