Ramage for Snow
With a delicious shrug, I arose to
a morning washed with snow. My bold body
stepped inside this shy world with elation.
The fresh powder was shallow, mountains
shrouded in clouds, but luscious chocolate and
smoldering wood promised to shield me from
the souring day. For a few short, soft
moments, I saw the world’s shoulders relax, its
sighs brush old nests and bright faces, and we
slept, listening to the wind’s hushed secrets.
