A whisper deadens
Fades before it can be heard
Over the fresh snow

Fair skies overhead

Cannot end the mind’s fierce storm

But they can calm it

The curling waves crash
Their foam sneaks between my toes
Then quickly recedes

The smell of warm green
Meets my long-deadened senses
And I awaken

The horizon nears
Full of wonder and promise
Like the night’s first star

The sun rises high
But the shadows ne’er recede
Instead, e’er they shift

The wind’s roar deadens
While animals hide away
And the sky darkens