A world of pure white
Lies before me;
Sparkling
Shimmering
White;
Small white flakes falling
From a gray, gray sky.
The world is wrapped in a white blanket
Pure and simple
Yet to touch something so pure
Would be to destroy it.
Snow is fragile
Crunching
Breaking
Shattering
Like the shards of my heart
Lying at my feet.
There is no warmth
Only cold.
This pure world of white
Is achingly cold and bleak.
The breeze is chilling
Wrapping around my fingers.
I clasp the cold wind in my hand
Tendrils of white brushing between my fingers.
So I stand
Next to nothing
In the cold,
Holding hands with Winter.
