Ice Fire


Icy cold.

Toes are numb.

Fingers are tingling.

I can see my breath.

I can hear the wind blowing.

Whipping past my face.

I’m getting tired.

But I must continue on.

To the top of the hill.

The view is waiting for me.

I can’t disappoint it

or myself.

Only a few more steps.


It has taken my breath away.

The colors.

The sharp edges.

Prettier than a picture.

Perfect in its beauty.

5 thoughts on “ICY COLD

  1. mihrank January 25, 2015 / 2:16 am

    Feels in New York or Europe!!!


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