POEM: One Sense

                                        

It all started when I wanted to smell the sky

Smell the beginning of life

Pure ice is falling

And it's beautiful

I'm standing in the middle

And the white is bountiful

It's amazing

And you may think its a lie

But from where I was

When the ground reflected the sky

The ink dried

And my pen wouldn't write

Do you know what it is like

To stand in a natural freezer

All sound stands still

Your internal clock is the natural breather

It's fascinating

This phenomenon called snow

Hear what I'm saying

On this, 

On it,

You can watch the wind blow

I'm telling you

All sound stands still

And when you close your eyes

You can feel

Life stirring

And life ending

It's like a black-and-white dream

And you and I are the surviving team

Picture the snow-capped mountains

And you are in the middle

All around the snow is falling

Now imagine you on a spindle

Nature weaves you as it likes

With you caught up in its lovely grey spikes

This calm stillness which falls before me

And the wind howling

Beckoning to me

Deeply implants a prayer never thought of

Humans and nature do fit hand in glove

So if I should die

Before I wake

I pray the snow

My soul to take