Snowstrom

I opened the door to the World,

And the World pushed its way inside.

Snow and ice where whipped and hurled,

As I emerged with no place to hide.

The door I pulled shut behind me,

As I turned to face the storm;

Knowing full well that I'd never be free,

Chased forever like by a woman scorned.

And sure enough, in a step or two,

I could see nothing but the white.

But still I stepped, trying to break through,

Fighting it, for my life.

Another step and my spirit broke,

As the storm brought me to my knees.

My face touched down, ice freezing mt throat,

With my furs quivering in the breeze.

With a feat of strength I pushed and rolled,

Turning my eyes unto the heavens.

I watched the snow like falling gold,

Finding freedom in my reverence.