The darkness outside blankets the cold
in an atmosphere similar to a summer twilight
trees heavy with snow appear thick
with blossom not unlike that of sakura
gazing upwards through those hollow boughs
the sky glows effervescent
a crossing of time and space tangled
in the intangible grip of one whose words echo
those things inside that fester in solitude

a hand stretches endless in the frozen night
fingers flexed around the spinning moment
embracing the time bound by invisible cords
released with a breath of mist
it trembles as it is held vibrant still
reckless in its race towards the dawn

© Johanna Fugitt 2017