an untamed hiker
legs followed by the body
conquering mountains
audacious and often rude
Kindness exchanged for the gifts
Snow falls on her face
Destiny has found her soft
a mirror image
The conqueror now conquered
They are both linked by the snow
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an untamed hiker
legs followed by the body
conquering mountains
audacious and often rude
Kindness exchanged for the gifts
Snow falls on her face
Destiny has found her soft
a mirror image
The conqueror now conquered
They are both linked by the snow
the deep Winter day
hanging frost from the window
a single snowflake
falls where we never see snow
a picture of snow falling
Stillness between the trees
snowflakes fall
Something reminds her of love
sweet memories
Standing in the fresh air of youth
sorrow floods in
Standing in the stillness without you
soft flakes fall
little eccentric plant
thrives in winter snow
loving the cold

A joyful countenance
walking amongst the fairy tale snow-touched trees
A distant bird sings
a song to a plump bird singing and waiting for preening
A stillness overcomes
looking back to see footprints in the powdered snow
All the world is still
doom and gloom left at the door to appreciate nature
The touch of snow,
courage where once there was a desire to be unseen.
Despite their warnings,
a desire stronger than the old trees takes hold.
Walking towards the trees,
whispering from the dark and the light of your being.
Something otherworldly,
a name forms upon your lips as you fall: “Freya”.
The turning began
summer left us on our own
Shedding no sad tears
as grey turns to silver snow
Melting slow on our faces
I stand alone as
Clouds move across the shy sky
thinking of the way
The forest is like your soul
when the snow falls on me slowly
Blooms that hid under the snow
now grow brightly free for spring.
Spring knows of blooming buds;
do you remember flowers?
Blossoming buds rise again
to melt your icy bleak heart.

You keep looking at me,
yet you cannot see it all.
There are holes in my heart and
voices of my ghosts in my head.
Feelings today may swish and
sway as feelings change often.
All I have is my love for you
and
my many poetic confessions
received
like falling snow.