I can hear my breath in the quiet,
See the warm air breathe out
In the chill of the morn,
It is the only sign of warmth
There is frost on the ground,
Making what ought to be liquid and dew,
Icy and frozen
I am standing in a garden,
My little secret pride
What once was green and full of life
Is now white with snow alike
I have stepped into a new land,
A new wonderful world
A winter wonderland,
All for me
Frozen ponds, evergreen trees
There are no foot trails,
The snow glistening with purity
Untouched by humans and creatures alike
It is empty,
So shakable
So shatterable
It’s an empty beauty,
That gives meaning to life
And what we consider death
Snow falls gently,
Almost timidly
I huddle in my robes,
The cold clawing at my person
Yet, I remain
In the frigidity and sereneness of death
And in the promise of warmth and life
Contrary and contradiction,
Yet so alike
Foils, at their finest
Yet similar in their wholeness
My garden,
Once so green and life-filled
Now a portal to a winter world
And then back again
And again
And again
Forevermore