Traversing and Conversing

A few days of doing just that

I knock down tiny natural sculptures of snow

traversing across a plane that is at once

a barren tundra,

and a field of wonder

first due to the remnants

then due to the present

crunch, calls the ice to my boots

breathe, whispers the wind to my lips

slush and hope are barely underfoot

prayer and birds just nearly overhead

with each step a newfound flow of energy

once lost, and now

so timelessly regained

Soon it is another day,

some force brings us the other way

while still not leading us astray,

and ever-tempting me to stay

time slows down

pureness, up

furnace left

behind as wind is right

and only sanctity seems wrong

Now, at last, the white particles

return, and once again the fields

turn to scattered checkerboards

awash with bittersweet

we remain tempted

but now I press just sculptures of flattened mud.

Author's Note

Each capital letter is a new day
also note that this is all happening with my dog :)
The photo is mine; you can see more at kapiyva.deviantart.com

Reviews

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This is wonderful, I really enjoyed this write. It's heart warming!