Crystalline Winter Hollow

Crystalline Winter Hollow A camp fire against solid hollow black Holds the cold and limited visibility Hours come born without warning Near to night, wild on the snow storm A dim light draws us home vulnerable It is a dot in the distance Illusions of fireplace and warmth A hunt for life between each snowflake Moving on as the snow deepens under foot Each step is sunken treasure subaqueous submerged Cold and water take their risk in winters grip The lake may not take the weight of passage Camp fire is a long way off now So is that dot of light called home Frozen images are all that’s left Hidden there on the distance, crystalline alone