19 November, 2016

Frozen In Time

Wind running its fingers
around me,
through me,
under me.

I feel an infinity for its' breadth.

The chill sends pebbbles
through my skin,
up my spine,
to my toes.

I find solace in her natural energy.

Whipping snow everywhere,
blinding my eyes,
until large droplets run freely
down my cheek,

I shiver at the sharpness of her tongue.

Allowed to expierence
this force of nature,
upon my inner sanctum,
I stand frozen in time.

I bend to her will.

Copyright Denise A White

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