Writing on theme. 4 poems.

1) A Path Through Snow

I pushed my way across the field of snow

but found the path as if I never crossed.

The trees adorned with white and icy clothes

all lost in season’s cold about the frost.

And still, I wait to see the wrong I did

as though the snow will prove the lie in me.

And yet, I see that no one ever saw

the path that was left for me.

No one left a shovel

or ploughed the snow.

If anything, they piled it up more,

then they came to ask help

but I refuse to work anymore.

2) Snowy Sun

When I tried to find myself,

the others beat me cold—

left me like a chunk of meat

on a freezer hook.

And so I stood alone,

pushing my limits.

I ended up needing cold,

feeling it missing as they looked on

from below.

They stared like ants

as I rose high in the sky,

a snowy sun.

3) Frozen

I can’t think of much other than Elsa

when I think of warmth in the ice.

And I hope that when I take off

my magic gloves,

I can find a castle of ice

waiting to show me the warmth

the gloves promised.

4) A Frosty Flower

Up, up, up—

I wandered the trail

to Mt. Elbert’s summit.

I pushed on

through the rocky paths,

the woods of trees, both dead and alive,

walking until the grass turned to snow

about my feet,

and I stopped to eat a can of beans

atop the white summit

only to see a pearl of sight,

a pink flower frozen in a clear rock

of ice.