Cold.

Light, bright and glaring, prompts tears as I step out into a world of harsh cold, biting winds, and striking beauty.

Bright white light, reflected from every angle, illuminates a landscape defined by shifting shadows.  

Screaming winds sweep up ice crystals that tear the skin and block the sun and all falls dark

                     ---only cold and the harsh wind, with hope to guide the way. 

Winter, fiercely delicate, a force that simultaneously makes one want to weep for the beauty, run for the terror.  

what is real?

the cold has come.
toes exposed.
shivers up this spine
winter creeps over this nude form

i resist the urge to run through the streets
raving subconscious slipping out
as words drift from dream to reality

i wake.  Cold in the night.

Lost in the hunting

Lost in the hunting

eyes mist

as you land that

final kiss

determined to walk away from

bliss

Lost in the hunting

skin shivers

as you climb that

final step

determined to continue on

living

in this cold

Neo

New year New breath New start New hope

I take a risk and once again

can feel the weight of the pen

as I work to tame the rampant thoughts

and dare to dream again

I watch the cold icy wind blow around my fragile skin

and yet I'm numb from within

observing without feeling, seems like sin

but take the chance and start to feel a flicker here and there-- so real

and suddenly I've broken free

I recall who I once used to be

and laugh out loud to think that I

almost let this flicker die

Cause I'm only human, as they say

I'll live this life day to day

and with a prayer on my lips

I leap into the snowy drifts