The Writer

Winter

into a ditch I slide
blazing cold
inside a white mountain, I hide

under a duvet of snow, I sleep
a bear in hibernation
up to my knees, 6 feet deep

snowflakes falling
shining white crystals
the woods, calling

a frozen tale
can’t feel my fingers
my face, frostbitten & pale

into the snow I stare
blinded by the light of diamonds
it’s a dare

a duel at the break of dawn
a snowball flying
a morning yawn

and I’m shivering