WRITING ON SNOW
The sun on snow looks like glossy paper
Rolled out in endless sheets
With my skis I sketch and write in zigzag letters
Long and flowing are my verses
The wind in hot pursuit, forging my lines
Intricate patterns I draw on snow
I discern a hidden meaning in all of my musings
The cold burning my words into flowing sheets
Holding a promise for the future that seems
like a tiny tip writing effortlessly with swaying motion
In the distant horizon I see two fellow skiers
Writing stories in different languages
Drawing parallels in shades of constant flow
I follow the light shining deep in my core.
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Contest: All Yours April '24. First Place.
Copyright © Carol Mitra | Year Posted 2021
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