Final Snow

Descending from the firmament, complexly frozen mists of white, crystals swirl in downward helix. Upturned cheeks sting with contact. Eyelashes filter clashing sleet, as I burrow within my shield. The congregation of wind intensifies, pushing blinding flakes horizontal. Sound waves interrupt themselves. Deeper the folded waters pile. Gales drift powder into rivulets, while the insulation accumulates. Alone, the storm fall isolates, muting frayed voices, hibernating chains of rich warmth. I lie down in the buried meadow. A white sleep promises rest, drifting with the falling chill.