And Always...

sometimes the snow falls in sheets of white, a blanket of excited kisses, playful - fleeting dampening your thoughts racing your heart and sometimes, the snow falling in sheets of white brings waves of brittle stings, sharp reminders memories in the ice that bite sinking your heart, making it cower - you shiver your lips quiver but it's not the cold not the journey through the snow, it's hunching your shoulders bowing your head low lifting a weighted foot, bringing it crashing down - the snow bites at your lips dapples your cheeks with tears making you close your eyes, bow your head to your chest, and slave through sinking steps and always, the last wave comes and falls, and around your knees, like a rugged embrace lies yesterday's shower and as the sun rises that soft pit of tingling kisses and prickling bites wavers under the needs of a new day and this caked ground quavers and sunders flows away, leaving you damp and shivering once again, so you lift unfettered foot, send it forth onto cleared paths and march into the warmth of a new day and the dampness on your clothes is no match the dampness in your bones just a scratch; but for the dampness in your chest the sinking of your heart.... as head holds high and shoulders lift chest is pumped to the heats caress so comes the healing of the sun, to mend the damage of your plight.