Memories Lost Within A Frozen Mist

The winter stared at me, hollow-eyed and grim, flakes of snow draped the earth in silence. My lips quivered, teeth rattling their cold refrain, and they danced—not with legs, but with their whole bodies. Then my head went numb, my thoughts unwound, consciousness slipped beyond the veil. I soared like the angels—we all grew wings, new arrivals, lost among strangers. Before a great gate, we were set apart, memory severed, the past a whisper. The snow had risen~an unbroken white peak, and the trees stood crowned in frost’s embrace. My eyes grew misty, each tear frozen mid-fall, my mind still locked in winter’s grasp. Like thieves vaulting from shattered glass, memories took flight, then scattered like dew on rooftops. I searched for myself in pools of melted snow, but my past had fled like a startled horse. No trace remained~no pain, no triumphs, only the wait to whine or wine and dine. Yet even if a cup were placed in my hands, the taste of good wine lay lost upon the wind.