A Winter Darkly

The ice stings my nimble fingers
The chills in my neck roil the earth
A snow-scape wasteland frozen over
The cold steel bucket remains empty
A lake of ice leaving me unquenched

The stars revealed as crystals below
A blanket of polar winds
Laying at the foot of the hills
My bed a starlit glacier
Next to a powdered pine tree

This sapphire house of hills and trees,
A valley of the silver death
Numbing life away painlessly
Sip in the wintry nectar
Lay back in solitude and slumber

Reviews

[Marie]

This has a lot of great imagery in it; I can see, feel, tase the winter.