Wind pushing through my arms
And my back and legs,
My long blonde hair whipping
Around my tired naked body.
Sitting on a side of a mountain,
Sometimes it's as if
My feet dam up the glacier river
Or I will drown in it.
Moose shuffle through snow
And my body becomes red
And flushed,
Snow clings to my hot skin to melt.
I lay down and curl up in it,
Feeling youth swirl up in me,
To my rosy red cheeks
And burning feet
I wake to birds chirping
And feel new green sprouts
Beneath me, warmth of sun
On my face.
Although the winters nightmares
Forever haunt me,
I welcome myself to
Natures lovely embrace
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