WINTER WAS HARD

Winter was hard
wandering along the
frosted pathway
collecting pieces of ice
shards of cold air ionized
translucent opaque quartzs
ghostly multi-layers of life
fused from a nascient existence.
gnawing, fleeting mortality
A lift of cold air
moving through the trees
creaking branches
evokes ghastly thoughts
of an ephemeral existence
well beyond exigent finite
thoughts....
Winter was peering through me
coalesced cold and apathetic
memories of an ethereal
world beyond
any intimation.