Plotted steps on the frozen grass, I make.
The lashing serpents of fog dash away.
I lift my eyes up, afraid it will break,
But the face that I see still shares its ray.
Crystallized air gives both breath and a bite.
Its sharp teeth tighten the later it grows.
Though they sink deeply through my flesh all night,
I feel an embrace which no ones else knows.
It is not only air that freezes here,
But all time stops for a very quick breath;
The questioning floods with less of the fear,
And it enters a level of calm depth.
These moments hold value to me alone
And they are all something I'm proud to own.
-drop oғ glaѕѕ
