Lost in Winter
Footfalls muffled by numbing snow, Boots peeking out amidst sinking plains. Gloves held tight, Between frozen palms, Keeping heat from escaping her arms. Coat tangled up In little marching legs. Scarf wrapped tightly, Hat upon her head. Pigtails golden Against the bitter frost. “Where am I winter? I think I’m lost.”
Time slips by like sand through my fingers; I desperately try to stop the grains leaving, my scrabbling fingers reaching out, until I know it’s too late. Moments come and go, leaving me with only seconds to figure out my next steps. I tread gently, careful not to wake the minutes that already leave briskly. So much time, yet so little. The grains dance, … Read More Time
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