Stepping out

Stepping out

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Last published Sun, Mar 4, 2018

poetry snow stepping

Stepping out Rosemary Fonseca Stepping out into the snowy world branches bend within the heavy laden fall Wrapping one's coat against one's shivering form looks around at the beauty of the scene A puff of breath taken hangs in the air Feet crunching on the ground laid bare stockinged toes cold within its touch Hushed distant sounds of vehicles with people who mingle to begin their day along icy roads that covered by the snow ice glistens softly within the scene A weak ray of sunlight bounces off droplets of water streaking down the window pane heralding mirages of colors that dances within the warmth of one's home Icicles silently dripping upon the covered ground So take the time to survey the wonderous site unknown As the path leads them along the way deep in thought against the cold Hands warmed within the cloak that held you once within their warmth take the time to survey the wintery, snow-covered scene To return once more to the home beside the fire within the hearth

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Snow. Her breaths were shallow as she listened. She'd been locked in this tower for nearly twelve full moons- enough! She couldn't take it any longer. Her door opened to view her brother, stripped from all illusion- "Sister" Frost murmured, the same sadness that resonated in her soul reflected in his eyes. They both knew it had to be done- she knew he had to be in the palace to see the wreck their mother was causing after killing their father, incapacitating their grandmother and cursing their people. Seven years of war made them ignorant of the internal wars they didn't realize they were overlooking. "I have to go, if we have to survive, then I have to go." She whispered as she stood in front of her twin brother. They knew it had to be done, so that attention will be focused on her because they'd assume they'd both escaped from this realm due to the natural assumption that they can't be apart from each other "You cannot die, I beg of you." Frost said wrapping his arms round her frail frame. Once they'd disengaged from the hug, her eyes hardened from what was to come. She turned and stretched forth her hand- she'd been practicing the witch side she'd gotten from her mother- to unveil the door she's kept hidden in her room. Her library- It wasn't technically a library but a space she'd found where whatever she thought came to existence. Hence why she'd filled it with copies of books she'd read over the years long before the war- "Will you come back?" Frost called as she opened the door that stood before before her. She turned and smiled- "Of course brother, this will always be home- we just need to regroup, so we'd win it once and for all." She answered as she pushed it open and walked in taking the door with her

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