White is not a color, but the absence of//falling thick outside my window
A silent blanket
Forming to the hillsides,
the mountain drives.

It contorts,
Conforms// I gaze through a layer of glass and with my breath creating imperfections, I shove the panel up,
To feel the breeze and the snow,
the wild night.

I wait for the humming of the engine; wait for the sound over the snow to take us far,
far away.
drifting on drifts of snow
pale in the moonlight
I wait for you.

I see you in the shadows that line the darkness
You are the glitter of the fallen snow
Winking,
Coy

I climb down from my window
feet bare and shivering
I follow you.

I would follow you anywhere.

11/18/2013

Author's Note: The reflection in the snow is always you.

Posted on 11/18/2013
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