Snow on Moss

Snow on moss on rock
The sweeping grey sky tilts the granite hills beneath
Cold state of mind
Body free to roam
I found myself on this grim day
Fairly mindless quite at home

I saw slate dawn creep hard dark sky
Albatross slice silent by
Knew this day stalwart I should try
No one there to see me freeze
Gone entirely when I please

Symmetry and beauty gather in
The spent frayed ends of hope
Icy winds upon the cliff reflect the harshness felt inside
Desolate incessantly they smooth the rock and chill the tide
The glass iced water waiting by

Will take my breath away.

- Rebecca S Mason