You can smell the cool fresh air
And taste it on your tongue
You touch the freezing cold ground
And hear the soft
*click, clop, scoosh, squash*
Of your boot on the ground
You open your eyes
And look around
White
All you see is white
All around you
And ON you
And take a picture of your hair
White
It's covered in white
Snow
It's like a decoration
Pearly, and white
Decorating everything
All the trees
All the bushes
All the tables and chairs
You smile
It makes you happy
You can't help it
You open your mouth, and let out a nice long hoot for joy
Then listen
As it echoes off the mountains
You start to turn to go home
But then
You hear it
A nice, long, howl
Answering your call
Where are you right now?
What is this place?
You want to stay
But you know you have to return
So you look around
Take one last deep breath of the precious fresh air
Touch the ground with your hand one last time
And listen to the sound all around you
Then
Everything goes black
YOU ARE READING
Dreamweaver (2017-2021)
Poetry"Dreamweaver: First Poetry Collection" (2017-2021): Book 1 among my poetry collections. If you read my poetry collections from oldest to newest, you'll get to see the evolution and changes my style undergoes over time. However, there is no required...
