Comforted in soft white, blanketed
Warmed beneath, in sweet repose comfort
Intrusion was resented, in soft white resistence
Audible, was the quiet, serene and laboured against

Involuntary atistic expression formed at expelling breath
Environs painted creatively, mocking my mortal spirit
Trails were left in the blanket, soft inviting, that I had disturbed
Resentment was felt in heart, the softness white impeding progress

Leather thongs tied, together, still desired comfort in the soft blanket
Labourious was the task to persevere, shoed thus, slow progress
Awake, the silence was deafening: cold harboured against inviting soft
To lie down, would be to succomb to inviting defeat, such was the power

Plains of white, reflections of quiet comfort, frosts painting at will
So quiet, reflecting eerily most still, a stark contrast mere mortal there
In the distance, subtly silent, unobtrusive, appeared a little light
Silence was not disturbed, and the little light remained, growing brighter

Wisps of expression silently decorated the horizon, light shining strong
Drawing closer, artisticly demonstrating creations at her will, flowing
Tolling was heard, subtle welcomed in the quiet, a warning invited
Closer She came! Passionatly expressing, neither afraid, nor a cause of fear!

Eloquent changing vistas expressed She at her desire, painting the canvass of sky
At her sides, burst forth the eloquence of Her passionate expression, symetrically
Pleasing, wonderous awe struck: magically confident in Her power artistic!
Full upon, powerful: my heart trembled in awe of Her magic and confidence!

She called out as She passed, a white plume steamed visible passionate expression!
Senses stimulated, awash in Her artistic expression momentarily, vanishing
Her own snow storm she created, and I felt moist heat and cold stings at once
Immediate pleasure but only for seconds, gone…snow flakes chasing after her…

Longingly, those little soft flakes to be a part of Her entourage
Artistically expressing, to be part of the passionate storm
Passing, not…nurturing, part thereof with melted snows
Dancing, freely, powerfully relaxed in Her confident sensulity

…my heart called out to her….silently…..and the silence returned…



Forest, Canada

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