Engulf me, O winter’s yawn
With your gleams of evanescent glory.
Immobilize me in your infinite knowing,
And tell me your story.
If you find me astray,
Bear me up with haste.
Reveal to me the end of self,
Through stones your precipitation graced.
Take me through endless mirrored corridors,
Where the howl of legends echo each season.
Remember their fables when ages apart,
Until I find, in your breath, my reason.
Art: “Village in the Snow”