Snow Tower

Snow Tower Once captured, snowflakes suffer on high bastion walls Every night strange noises come from Castilian distances Call to them; voices remind them of the collective snow Compacted, they feel safe in numbers hidden deep Harsh winds take them to their fate The uniqueness of each flake aligns with winter As long cold storms of whiteness, weightless against green pines Some soft feathery specks stay, they melt on branches Others stray, out of reach, untouched by nature It is surmised, they will survive in certain seasons Drifting airless, crystalline gems, swirling up and out Escape is plausible for some but not in the light of day Landing on Snow Tower holds potential solace In diminishing degrees of cold A certain symbiotic thermal control It grants them a somber reprieve If only for a while, relief, and amnesty from what’s to come Snow Tower sits atop golden ice blue rocks Waits out the time in numbness with the snow Out of view from life and living things But not the sun’s inquisitionists reach Which finds, evaporates ice and snow From every crevice and crevasse Once buried deep within and out the castle walls Sun’s power exposing every flake Strips the tower in the light Licks and laps it clean with warmth To the white cold bone of snow Down to the marrow of its soul