Hello Snow

Or what I wrote about instead of skiing on holiday.

The Winter of Terror
(For Austria, 1951)

It was quiet here once-
Earth shiftless,
Alps graceful in their
stance, enveloped in
gossamer fabric.
The surrounding air
inhaled easy through
nose out chapped lips-
till mountains heaved edges
turned to curves, descended
into a billow
swollen, suffocating.

How curious it is
that something so
beautiful could be
so heavy.

About Caren

Creative writing professor, craft beer enthusiast, & general foodie- so basically a typical alcoholic poet living in London.
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