by Joy Pixley
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She must be a fairy. Flitting, hummingbird-like. Too fast to see, but I know she's beautiful. Glowing, mesmerizing, drawing me on.
Up the mountain path, how far I can't tell.
It snows. Lacy flakes as big as leaves, dancing side to side, floating around me, sparkling bright in the summer sun.
A sheet of ice obscures my vision. Where is she?
Ice wall now, surrounding me. I can't feel my feet.
Was that her? I wipe the cloudy ice. My hand sticks. Searing pain, then numbness.
I press my face against it, close as I can.
Just one more glimpse.
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Winter Magic - a multi-author anthology of poetry and prose
RandomAn anthology of winter magic-inspired poetry and prose, written by a number of talented authors.
