Our mountains vanish
beyond chill winds
a snowfall rushing downward
a curtain blocking
half of the world
the wind outside blurs
earth into sky
stirring up the desert
into frost and sand
biting into our skin
like an ice storm with its shards
shrieking through the air
like a keening
travelling over the sea
to give rise to old superstition
behind the wind
another world continues
as we remain here
blinded by the sky
waiting for the breath, the pause
in winter’s storm
to find our mountains
to find our skies
on the other side ~ Caroline A. Slee