By Morozko’s Touch

You will find me vagabonding

In winters like these, when the snow finally touches the mountains 

I know nothing of cold, for all my thoughts and words on it

I know things are colder without you

But I have forgotten true winters bite

Tonight as I wander I am reminded of this

How clean a first fall of snow sparkles, while frostbite takes your fingertips

Graceful and aimless the snowflakes float

Minuscule, infinitely unique fractals melt and disappear forever

Landing in my open palms

I’m losing feeling, my gloves, my boots and socks soaked through

My heavy coat dragging, a trail to be covered in minutes, hours

As I walk I think of Morozko

Ice and heatless flame and deep, deep snowdrifts

If I grow tired and pause my vagabonding to rest

Surely I will become a snowdrift myself

Coat gathering layers as I huddle within to dream

Core growing colder, heart beating slower

And I dream of his icy hand, caressing my closed eyes, delicate

When I wake, all is snow

And I wonder if I still dream, or if I have passed on

Slipping quietly into oblivion

By Morozko’s frozen touch