Rough edges carved of earth
Fingers trace the icy tops
As sun rays pour heat.
Discover the paths
Falling gracefully into peace
As the snow purifies.
A soft blanket is thrown
Covering up the edges
As the fog carries no weight.
She floats down the smooth slope.
Her feet caressing the ground
Her eyes gazing beyond
Her hands confident in holding more
Her lips restrain conversation
Her mind muttering continually
A quiet observation of surroundings.
She moves forward in grace.
Jessinia Ruff 