Sunday, December 1, 2019

Day 29: first snow

Better late than never, right?

Body series 16:
Muscles cord around bone
Tight like steel, braced against the cold
Lungs shocked by the impropriety of the air
How uncensored, how abrasive

The air is clearer this way
All forest sounds (leaves rustling, chipmunk climbing, jay scolding)
Are mute

The forest is not pregnant but delightfully barren
Not green and fertile but 
Austere, and unapologetic
The snow hiding any blemishes,
Proclaiming perfection in uniformity
Enchanting in the drape of each icicle over each perfect sliver branch.

All the snow touches is forever changed
She brings death in the best way.

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