pole mountain in snow
I say it is white but see it is blue this winter world that forms around us
Some days bright and blinding with reflecting sun upon the crystalline surface of freshly fallen snow
Other days cold and harsh with shades of grey as the wind whips the line of horizon into a tangled web which binds our point of view
With no distinction between earth and sky
Our perception blends together amongst these clouds that hang over our mountain
Shading us from the salty taste of reality
And we are left in a world all our own
Folded within her weighty arms
Seemingly unreal and overripe one day
Frozen the next
We remain there
Still