A Blanket of White

A blanket of white stretches the horizon leaving a brightness I never knew sparkles, nearly blinding, hold my attention I am a hostage to the view Tiny specks, which to some, might look like footprints zig~zag amongst the crystal pure lines divided, near oblivion fused and humps that rise and fall, obscure I imagine where the winds blew in her own auspicious mind swirling through the barren and slashing through the pines Ancient settlers englighten my perception as a hint of chestnut fills the air when sunlight wakes the morning I wonder, will it all just disappear