Body arched against the cool window
in search of something equally as cool
as the blood coursing through lonely veins
a kindred spirit floats effortlessly
through a winter sky
painting the ground in crisp white.
Tangible beginnings bear no end
The circle completes itself
beginning to end... to beginning again.
Winter, wears no pretentious masks
she is simply
This post is part of the
A-Z Challenge 2012.