Standing in the hushed silence
Breath
pluming in the frost filled air
Beneath
the deep velvet blue of the night sky
Broken
only by the myriad of glistening stars
My
futile thoughts are lost in its enormity
I’m
suddenly startled by my own insignificance
I
feel alone, hopeless, and helpless
A
bitter chill touches my bones
I
walk on over the linen shrouded land
Footsteps
treading crisply in the white
My
breath still plumes though less so
The
velvet curtain of night has gone
Hidden
behind grey, brown clouds
Then
the cold frosty night was no more
As
the wind freshens against my cheek
And
in that instant fresh snow falls
Seemingly
silencing my footfalls
Large
soft flakes drifting haphazardly
Like
confetti on a wedding day
Or
cherry blossom in springtime
It
fell faster, then faster still
Quickly
obscuring my footprints
And
blinding my view, disorienting
A
bitter chill again touched my bones
The
wind now stung my face with snow
As
the blizzard of bridle white blew
I
bent into the northerly gale
Head
down eyes narrowed almost closed
I
stopped briefly to catch my breath
Insignificance
washed over me again
I
knew I must go north into the mouth of it
The
silent hush was no more as the blizzard blew
My
feet no longer crunched on frost and ice
The
deepening snow slowing my progress
Each
step I must drag my feet from the snows grip
With
each step I grow wearier
Feeling
hopeless and helpless
Alone,
insignificant, and small,
Smaller
than a single snowflake
Smaller
than the snowflakes around me
A
bitter chill again touched my bones
Then
suddenly I am again filled with hope
As
I pass between the old wrought iron gates
Into
the city street beyond and home
